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I lean back.

Trig reaches into his tuxedo pocket and pulls out a little black box.

“Uh. Um.” A terrified feeling comes over me.

He laughs. “It’s not what you think it is.”

I sigh in relief. I don’t know how to be a wife. It sounds like too much responsibility. I’m barely learning how to be a girlfriend.

He opens the box, and there inside, shines a beautiful emerald ring.

“I love you, Nine. You’re the only woman I want to be with, and with that being said, I want to give you this beautiful ring…for your birthday.”

I laugh. He had me going for a minute.

“It’s not my birthday,” I smile.

“No, but its Angelina’s birthday.”

I dig through my clutch purse and pull out my passport. I quickly search for the date.

He’s right. It totally is my birthday. My paperwork has Angelina’s birthdate marked for today. I laugh when I think about it. It’s confusing to have to start over with a completely new persona after all these years. I guess I need to become a little more familiar with Angelina’s data as well as Mike’s. It’s been hard to remember to call each other these new names that both of us dislike. We try to use them out in public, but if it’s just us talking to each other, we still use our old familiar names.

I look down as Trig slides on my ring. I stretch out my fingers and examine it. The color is mesmerizing.

“I hope you like it,” he says.

“I love it. Thank you.”

He leans back against the seat and studies me.

“Do you want to go inside? Maybe do a little more dancing.”

I consider it, and then I look at Trig in his suit, and I strongly believe I’ve got my fill of prom. We got dressed up, and we danced. They crowned us, and now there is only one thing left to do. I suck on my bottom lip and slowly shake my head.

“No, I don’t.” I look at him with fuck-me eyes. “I want you to give it to me so hard I won’t even think of killing you for all of this tonight. That is what you said, right?”

He licks his lips and looks at me with naughty eyes.

“As you wish, but the only thing I want to see you wearing is that ring.”

“I’ll leave on the heels for good measure, if that’s okay with you.”

“You’re a very bad girl,” he says, as he leans forward

“Come here. I’ll show you how bad I can be.” I motion for him.

He drops to his knees in the limo and crawls over to me. He grips my waist, and with force, pulls me to the edge of my seat. I watch as he trails four fingers down my neck and chest and then to my stomach. Suddenly both of his hands move to my knees. He hooks them underneath each one and yanks me into him. I gasp.

“Lucky for you, I know how to handle a bad girl, and it requires hard punishment.”

“Handle me then,” I whisper into his ear.

He lays me down on the seat and ends the night with hair pulling, name screaming, limo rocking, make you walk funny the next day type sex, and that’s what I call one hell of a prom night.

Chapter 13. You Just Messed With the Wrong Pride

Three and half years ago, Trig took me to prom, where we had mind-blowing sex in the back of a limo. Nine months later, life delivered us a little surprise named Mya, and she is exactly like her father.

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