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Mallory's P.O.V.

I apply perfume on my wrists and neck and straighten out my red velvet dress that hugs my body tightly. It has thin straps and goes down to about my knees. I paired it with silver heels and a rhinestone choker.

I take the brush one last time through my long brown hair and look at myself one last time.

A playful smile appears on my lips, finding myself thinking about my date with Jake tonight. It's our one-year anniversary, and things have been happening slowly. He's the one man I never knew I would find in my life, and I'm so glad I did. I know it's cheesy, but come on, it's rare in life.

Before we started dating, we talked for about three years. We would date other people here and there, but eventually, we saw that we were perfect for each other. We went out for a couple of months and then made it official.

I was hesitant at first because before him. Guys had treated me like shit. It fucked me up so badly I couldn't even trust guys that tried to go out with me. I'd tell them it wouldn't work, and I'd never talk to them again. I would make myself distant from everyone and sort of disappear. But I decided to stop putting up with this stupid bullshit and learned how to heal.

So, the point is, I set rules when we first made it official. He listened, and he respected the rules I gave him. He's been patient with me, and I truly admire him for that. I've fallen in love with him again. He's one of a kind. Of course, he told me what he wanted to do after stating my rules, and I respected what he said. It wouldn't be right if it were just what I wanted.

One of the rules was that once it's our one year anniversary, we're allowed to have sex for the first time. It's a little much, but I wanted to get to experience everything else with him before we got to that. I tried to get to know him first instead of being distracted by sex. He accepted it and told me he'd do whatever it took me to feel satisfied and not to worry.

How did I get so lucky? It's like I'm living in a fairy tale. I swear I'm not on drugs.

There were times where we almost broke the rule, but we improvised - If you know what I mean.

I put my purse over my shoulder and make my way out of the bedroom, cutting off the lights. I headed downstairs, and I saw Jake standing by the door, fixing up his tie. He's wearing a black suit and brown dress shoes. I mean, that looks pretty good on him compared to what he usually wears. He rubs his hand through his slicked-back hair, and his eyes drift to me. He looks up at me, about to say something, but the words make their way back in. His piercing blue eyes gazed at me in astonishment.

"Holy fuck, you're so beautiful, Mallory." He says, a smile appearing on his lips.

I approach him, and he pulls me into him. Our faces were inches apart. I feel his warm breath wash over me, making me feel warm as well.

"Daddy, we need to get going," I mumble as a smile appears.

His hand goes down to my ass. He only rubs it and nothing more. His eyes never leaving my lips.

"I think we should," he says.

We make our way to the car. We both turn and head out the door. He opens the door to the passenger side, and I slide in. We drive out of the driveway, and we quietly make our way to the restaurant.

He reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh, stroking it gently. We look over at each other, his eyes burning through me. My face grows hot.

No words were spoken, the atmosphere alive.

I look over at the window, hiding my smile. Why does this feel like we just started dating? It's the same, but new.

We arrive at the restaurant, and he helps me get out of the car. We walk to the entrance, and I see other couples heading in, greeted by a man in a black suit at the door.