Mark Wahlberg Imagines

FaceTime

Whatcha think?"

You aim the camera of your phone at the floor length mirror so Mark can see your outfit via FaceTime. His eyes narrow as he studies you through the screen of his phone not speaking as he takes in your full appearance. The dress you are wearing is Red, long sleeve, and practically form-fitting, with the hem stopping Just above your knee.

"I think it looks cute," you said, when Mark doesn't say anything . "Figured I could wear some Docs with them or something Keep it dressy but still casual." Mark knits his brow while he swallows hard letting out a quick sigh. "What?" you ask, finally.

"It's inappropriate."

"Excuse me?"

"That skirt," he said nodding his head towards the phone. He shakes his head and he is almost vibrating from trying hard to keep his cool. "I think you should change," he says with a nod.

"Oh, you think I should change," you asked him, with a laugh as you turn the phone back to the front facing camera. "The skirt is supposed to be this short."

"Darling" he says rubbing anxiously at his forehead as he very clearly is struggling. "I have no doubt that the skirt is supposed to be that length. I just don't think you should wear it tonight." This time you say nothing and only stare back at him through the phone he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before he starts looking at you again. "You look lovely," he says with his voice almost pleading. "But the dress may not be appropriate tonight."

"You worried that people will wonder who the slut is that you're with?"

"My worry is that I won't be able to keep my hands off of you," Mark snaps. "What can I say? You have a way of...twisting me up and my desires become unbearable. Couple that with how furious I'll be as soon as I see another man so much as look in your direction and I'll be dragging you somewhere more private where we can have a nice discussion about it" You stare back at him through the phone, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I'll be there soon," he says. "If you walk out of your front door wearing that skimpy little dress, we may not even make it to the party tonight."

"Mark–"

"Make up your mind darling," he interrupts you and immediately ends the call.

You smile to yourself knowing that you have a knack for getting under Mark's skin. Slipping your phone into your small purse you grabbing your boots from the closet and slip them onto your feet before you take a seat on your sofa and wait for Mark's arrival.

After some time passes sitting on the sofa you heard a car pulling into your driveway with the lights blaring through the window. You hook the strap of your purse over your shoulder, and make your way out the front door of your house, spying on Mark sitting in the driver's seat of his Brand new car. As soon as his eyes land on you he visibly tenses his hands twisting at the steering wheel. All you can do is smile challenging him to find out what he is going to do next.