I hear Mindy laugh under her breath as she goes to her desk. My feet carry me straight to my husband and I smile at Brent as I pass him. Daniel pulls me to him and kisses me hard, making my mind flash to the first time we ever kissed.

We’d both been at some fundraiser and my dad introduced me to him. He’d whispered a warning to stay away from Daniel, but I remember it being odd because my father acted totally different in front of him. After that first meeting I did my best to avoid him as my father told me, even though I didn't want to. Then he took the choice right out of my hands when he grabbed me by the wrist as I was exiting the ladies’ room. He led me into a dark room and before I could even say a word his mouth was on mine. Without a word I knew I was his and I haven’t spent a night away from him since. Daniel made sure of that and I didn’t put up a fight. I let myself fall in love with him because it was too easy not to.

I slide my hand up his chest and I can feel a low rumble there. With one touch he makes me forget about the rest of the world and it’s only the two of us.

“Sir. Brent’s still here,” Mindy says, breaking the moment.

I laugh as he places a soft kiss on my swollen lips then one on the tip of my nose. The act is so gentle compared to the kiss we just shared.

“How was your day, wife?” The word is filled with more possession than normal and he’s on edge. I can feel it, like when the guy at the coffee shop tries to make small talk with me.

“Better,” I say with a happy sigh. His moods don’t scare me like they do other people. Sure he’s a giant and could probably Hulk smash something if he wanted to, but the only thing I’ve seen him smash is a spider that almost scared me to death.

“I hate to ruin your day if it's starting to look up, but I promise to make it up to you, dream girl.” I smile even bigger when he calls me that. The first time he called me that I flinched. Of course he pried until he got the reason out of me because he can’t stand secrets between us.

My father and stepmother always said I spent too much time daydreaming. That life wasn't the fairy tale, but if anyone should know that it’s me. It’s why I always want to make the most of every moment. But still, it made me feel stupid and silly every time they said it. When I explained to him why I didn’t like the name, he told me that I walked right out of his dream. He had a recurring one of a woman he didn’t believe was real until the day he saw me. Then he told me to keep on dreaming up things so he could make them come true. Yeah, anyone who thinks Daniel isn't the sweetest man in the world has no idea who he really is.

“Because you're getting married?” I tease him, unsure of what they were talking about when I walked in, but I must have heard something wrong.

“Yeah, because I’m getting married.” He sounds irritated and I notice he’s still edgy. It’s quickly becoming clear something is really wrong.

“What are you talking about, Daniel?” I glance over to Brent, who’s playing with his phone and probably trying to not look like he’s watching us.

“There’s a problem,” Daniel says, and I look back to him.

“Is that so?” I lift an eyebrow at him.

“One that I’m fixing right now.” Of course he is.

“Spit it out, husband of mine. We have things that need to be done that we didn't wrap up this morning,” I remind him with a smirk.

“You’re not married,” Mindy blurts out from behind us and I whip around to stare at her. “Sorry. I’m just not sure he could actually get the words out.” She shrugs before walking out once again. I’d laugh if her words weren't still trying to make sense in my head.

“Not married?” I repeat, and it sounds ridiculous. “How is that possible?”

“You’re my wife,” Daniel says through clenched teeth. He had me married to him ten hours after we met him, so I can see why the thought would really piss him off.

“Not in the eyes of the law,” Brent adds, and Daniel begins to shake. “Your marriage license has gone missing and there’s no court record of it ever being submitted to the county. I know it was, but now it’s gone.”

“You’re fired,” Daniel snaps at him, not even glancing his way.

“You’re not fired,” I tell Brent before giving Daniel a small smack to his chest. “It’s fine,” I reassure my husband. I don’t like the thought of us not being married either, but maybe I could use this opportunity to fix our family. “We’ll just get married again.”

“Mindy is getting a priest as we speak.”

“No,” I tell him, and I watch a look of shock form on his face.

“What’s wrong with him?” Mindy asks, walking back into the office with her arms filled with folders.

“He’s being dramatic,” I say.

“We’re getting married today,” he demands and crosses his arms over his chest. I wonder if this is the look that intimidated everyone else. I find it sexy, but I keep that thought to myself.

“We’re doing it right this time. We’ll get married next month. Give me time to plan something.” Already ideas are forming in my head of the type of wedding this will be.

“No,” Daniel says immediately.

“Yes.” I put my hands on my hips as I look up at him.

“Today,” he pushes.

“I think you better make sure that priest is almost here,” Brent mutters to Mindy, and she makes a ha sound.

“No, I already canceled him,” Mindy responds coolly.

“I really want to do this, Daniel. I want the dress and walking down the aisle. The vows, all of it.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Put that bottom lip away, dream girl.” He sighs and his folded arms drop from his chest before he holds me against him.

“A week. I’ll give you a week,” he counters.

“That’s not much time,” I tell him and he lifts me so that my feet hang a good foot off the floor.

“I’m rich. A week is more than enough time.”

“That’s Christmas,” Mindy reminds him, and I realize I completely forgot.

“I guess I’m getting a wife for Christmas then,” he says before he gives me another one of those kisses reminding me of who I belong to.

As if I could ever forget.