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more than I had ever seen on her since the wedding and it enhanced her very delicate features.  Her hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders, with a few wisps falling perfectly on her breasts, drawing attention to an area I shouldn’t want my eyes to travel to.  And the dress was a black strapless gown that had some kind of sheer gauze material that bunched at random intervals along her bodice. The bottom flared out a bit with strips of that same gauzy material hanging down to form some kind of train.
    It wasn’t designer, and from the conversation I overheard her having with someone, it was a steal; something she had been proud of from the squealing noises she had made when she had told the person on the phone about it.  I had never known a girl who didn’t brag about the amount she spent rather than the amount she didn’t spend.  I wasn’t sure at the time whether I should be impressed or concerned.  The same still stood true.
    If a man could describe the dress you were wearing in the amount of detail I just did, it was because he scanned the hell out of it.  There were only two reasons for that – he was either gay and was admiring it or he was envisioning every inch of you under it.  For me, it was the latter.  The way it hugged her every curve and cinched her in places my hands itched to touch had me groaning.
    She had done me proud, but a very tiny caveman part of my brain hated that I wasn’t going to be the only guy ogling her.  I clenched my hands into fists to prevent myself from slamming the wall by the door.  I had no reason to feel that way.  No reason!  I hated Paige. I hated the way she looked, how enticing she was, how badly I wanted to taste her, how sweet she seemed, how she made me feel like such a bastard, how feisty her personality was, how she made me marry her, and how she was responsible for all this.  I didn’t give a damn if others found her attractive.  Let them!  I didn’t fucking care!  Yet I did.  Because you have to play the role of husband, I reasoned.
    “If you embarrass me, I’ll make you pay,” I gritted through my teeth.
    She narrowed her eyes at me for a fraction of a second before she visibly shook her head and plastered a smile back on her face.  “Don’t worry, Enzo.  Tonight will be perfect.”  The way she said it with a dreamy smile on her face made me actually believe it as well.  The next thing I knew, I was smiling too.

Nine
    Paige
    As we left the house, Enzo was finally in a good mood.  He had been in a foul mood since … well, forever, but more so over the past week.  He hadn’t said a word to me on the way to the charity event, which was held at some museum.  We rode in a Town Car and I was pretty giddy for that.  It had been my first time being “chauffeured.”   I knew it was all a ruse, but I was going to pretend it wasn’t until I absolutely had to face reality.
    I felt like a princess.  When Tami saw me trying to find a dress online for under one hundred dollars, she tsked and said, “Oh darlin’, you ain’t gonna find nothing good on the web.  I’ll take ya to my favorite shops tomorrow and we’ll get ya sumthing good.”
    I loved her accent.  If I was feeling bad, I just had to go talk to her and she cheered me right up.  And she was true to her word.  She took me to some seedy looking shops in a part of town I probably didn’t want to be in, but once inside, I was awed.  They had dresses that rivaled any runway and all at a fraction of the cost.  When I put on a black gown with ruffled chiffon at the second stop, I knew I had found the one.
    The way Enzo looked at me when he first saw me; I knew I had chosen right.  I was going to be the perfect wife, if only for a night.  When we arrived at the museum, there was someone waiting to open the car door for me.  If Cinderella had been real, she would have been me minus the Prince Charming and add in Prince Asshole.  When the guy held my hand to help me out, I