We were in a party just like any other. He likes to take me in these parties, he likes it when I accompany him in the events like these. He likes it when he show the world that I'm his, that I belong to him.

He buys me new dresses for every occasion. I don't even remember the last time I picked one out for myself. This time, I wore a turquoise dress, with a slit up the side, backless, held together by a single string running across my back in a zigzag pattern. I don't know how to tie it myself, so Hayden always helps. He knows how to do everything-he's even learned how to tie traditional dresses like kimonos and sarees. But it's not because he's romantic or cares about the culture. No, it's because he doesn't want anyone else touching me. He says only he can dress me, only he can undress me. I don't know what's worse-the fact that he's possessive or the fact that I'm so used to it now that it doesn't even surprise me.