Colby Brock ~ imagines

red dress

It was just a basic red clubbing dress. I don't understand what's so wrong with it. "We're not going." I looked at him with wide eyes. "We ARE going i didn't get ready for 2 HOURS to not go." He crossed his arms. "Then change your dress." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the keys out of his hands and started walking for the door. "I'm not changing. Except the way I look." I was about to open the door when I felt two strong pair of arms go around my waist. "Not in this that's for sure." I struggled to get out of his grip. Once I got out of his grip I turned around and glared at him. "Why are you so mad that i'm wearing this dress. Do i look bad or something?" His eyes softened and he grabbed my hands. "Baby you don't look bad. You look fucking hot in this. I just don't want any man seeing you in this. This right here." He placed his hands on my waist making them go up and down my sides. "Is all mine. And no one. I repeat, no one will ever have it." He smirked and looked at me. He kissed roughly before pulling away. "Now go change." I rolled my eyes. "Fiiine." I started walking into the bedroom. "I'm only changing because I want to." I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him. "Mhm sure babe." I then changed and we went to the club with all our friends. We danced and drank. We had so much fun that night.