If my wife wants it, my wife gets it

We didn't thought it through because where we went to shop were women's store and the whole store stopped to stare at us like we were some crazy old perverts. I was afraid.

Anxiety was my dear enemy since childhood but, that day it felt like death with all the stares my way. And to top it up a notch my 'fiancé' demanded the store to be shut down so I could shop in peace getting those mocking chuckles and sneering from the audience.

At first nobody moved and kept looking at us like we weren't stable in the head before the manager came running to kindly throw all the customers away.

It was rude of us to do that but, it was either we or them and before my marriage I had always chose me above everything.

When I saw them leaving I found out that I could breath again. I sighed in relief.

"Thank you" I said to the man gratefully.

"Anything for you, love" He said kissing my forehead before taking me in his embrace. It was like he was my mirror, he knew me in ways I didn't know myself.

"How can we be of any help, Mr Dark?" The store manager humbled himself to us, followed by his workers and I must admit it felt so good acting high and mighty to those girls who laughed at us minutes before.

"My wife wish for a perfect wedding dress" The man said simply, eyes focused on me adoringly. I was so embarrassed that I wished the land would open and swallow me whole but, I also wanted to shout in joy because he called me his wife.

"Mr Dark..." Started the store manager before coughing a little to clear his throat.

"Any objections?" Threatened the man whose Mr Dark, my fiancé before the store manager mumbled an apology and they went into work of finding me the perfect dress just as fast.

"How do I look?" I asked after I tried the nth wedding dress sample.

"Beautiful on you: yes but, it's missing something" He observed seriously.

"What?" I probed genuinely in the dark like his infamous name.

"Your glow, love" He said twirling me like a princess making me giggle aloud. That wasn't necessary but it was appreciated by me all the same.

"And why do you think that way, Mr Dark?" I questioned, smiling up to him warmly.

"It's because, that's not the dress for you" He answered truthfully and I tensed. They all said my body is amazing in anything. They were lying!.

"How about you choose one for me?" I suggested and he shook his head in refusal and I frowned.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, love" He replied softly tilting my head to look at him.

"Why?" I asked, hurt for some unknown reasons.

"Only you'll know it when you see it" He justified rendering me speechless but, I did as he said and went hunting for the dress myself.

He was right. I knew it when I saw it. It felt as if it was calling me to it. It was inside a glass box, shining all bright with some laces, the diamonds and it went together with some crown!... and before I went to take it,I felt a hand stopping me from behind.

"That's off limit err... miss?" Some girl said politely but, that was my dress!. I only wanted that one!. I wished to throw myself on the ground and cry 'mama' at that time.

"But, I really want that!" I told her in whinny voice.

"That's still off limits" The sales girl pressed and I was disheartened.

"You dare to refuse my wife? Harry, go and do your job with her" I heard the Mr Dark's voice before I felt his hands around me, pushing me to his chest and then, I saw 'Harry' dragging the sales girl away, screaming for help.

"Where are you taking her?" I asked softly.

"To be taught a lesson, of course" He answered just as low.

"But, she was just following orders" I said seriously.

"Take the manager instead!" Said Mr Dark, stopping Harry who was almost out of the store and turned for the man in question.

"Wait! Mr Dark, wait!... This is just one big misunderstanding" Started the manager.

"You wish to listen,love?" Mr Dark asked me in a whisper and I trembled deliciously. That accent and his deep voice!

"Only if it's understandable" I replied to him breathlessly.

"Is it?" Mr Dark asked the manager this time.

"The dress is already booked even before it was designed" Explained the manager, sweating buckets.

"Then make another one! If my wife wants it, my wife gets it. I hope we're clear on this or I could make you dead right now" My fiancé said calmly with his voice of authority.

That wasn't falling what I was doing because, I was helplessly drowning in love.

At last the dress became beautifully mine.

"You look so out of this world in this" I heard Mr Dark say before he kissed me deep and passionate, making me hard for the nth time.

"Please, don't! I've just put my make up on!" I complained retouching my lip gloss after pushing him away.

"I can't wait for our wedding night" He said quietly after I stood up from the dressing table and he grabbed my butt cheeks through the wedding gown. I wasn't like a princess because I was more of a queen next to him in his dark suit and a flower in the pocket. He screams royalty.

"It IS night and we ARE getting married in a few so...?" I pointed out and he laughed mischievously.

"So impatient... but, I like it" He said kissing me again and again till I felt my lips swelling and make up smudged.

"Now who's the impatient one?" I teased him breathlessly as he was already unfastening my dress before he froze by my comment and cursed under his breath in his language making me laugh.

"So what are you? Mr Emule or Mr Dark?" I asked because in every stop of our shopping spree all I heard was Mr Dark when he introduced himself to me as Emule.

"Dark is just my work name" He replied seriously playing with my knuckles before he kissed them.

"So, I'm personal to you?" I probed with a light tone when, I really needed his reply on that one.

"You are going to be my partner, significant other... My better half. Get it?" He said cupping on my cheeks before he lightly kissed me.

"I think I do" I said swallowing my bundle of emotions. I didn't know if he knew what he did to me but, I felt like crying. I was so touched.

"Mr Dark, the priest is ready" We heard Harry's voice behind the closed door.

"This is it" Said my fiancé, strengthening my dress while I was busy saving myself so, I won't be looking like some crazy bitch out there. Removing my smudged make up.

"Are you ready?" He asked and I stood up straight.

"Only if you are my just few hours fiancé" I said putting my hand in his before the door was opened by his command and we were walking down the isle.

"You fucking what?" I couldn't believe that bastard. The nerve!.

"I kind of left them by the counter?" He explained in a questioning tone, panicking as if he was afraid of my anger or something. He better be!.

"How can we get married without them? Ooh, my precious three diamond piece!" I sobbed before hitting his chest again and again. I was so damn mad at him.

My wedding should've been perfect but, because of him, I had to wear some strings on my finger looking like a lunatic.

"You'll wake up to your dream ring on your finger, I promise" Placated Mr Dark, walking behind me. Near but in a distance. He was smart, I'd give him that.

"Whatever bastard!" I replied banging the car door close even though Harry was there for that job and it wasn't my car to begin with. With the owner outside.