"Baby, which dress would suit me best for tonight?" I asked Ellen while I lifted 2 dresses on my hands. One red dress and the other one is green.
Ellen lifted her head from her phone and lightly said, "uhm... None?"
I frowned. "Really? Am I that fat?"
Ellen walked towards me slowly while crossing her arms. Dang, she looked so hot on that white suit.
"I didn't say you're fat, Portia. I said none of those dresses would suit you tonight," she stopped right in front of me.
"And why's that?"
She rolled her eyes as if I just asked what is the colour of a zebra.
"Because, I'm going to undress you tonight. So putting on any dresses would only be a waste of energy," she took my chin and kissed my lips slowly.
"Yeah?" I hummed to the kiss, smiling.
"Yep. And you'll need every bit of energy you have later," Ellen smirked and I was just on the edge of ripping every piece of her clothing that she had just put on.
I pecked her lips one more time and pushed her.
"We're gonna be late to Andy's party, honey," I laughed as she pouted before I rushed off to my closet to change. I finally decided to wear the red one.
I decided to let my hair loose and put some natural make up.
"Baby, if you're not ready in the next 5 minutes, I'll just change into my PJs and go straight to bed," I heard Ellen yelled from the kitchen.
"Coming! Coming!" I ran downstairs while trying to wear my stilettos. Good thing I didn't trip off and break my legs tonight.
"Jesus christ," I heard Ellen's voice from the door. She stared at me in amazement.
"What is it?" I tried to remember if I had put something wrong or forgot to wear anything.
"For my show's sake, can I fuck you right now?" she blurted out and I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.
"Sorry, but that'll have to wait, darling. Let's go, we're late," I half dragged her to the car as she mumbled things that contained everything about "hot" and "sexy".
Ellen's POV
I pulled up the car and jumped out to open the passenger's door for Portia. She looked so very gorgeous tonight, I almost couldn't help myself. I'm grateful everyday that the universe had given her to be my wife.
We walked straight to the pub's door where Andy held his party. Some cameras flashlights from outside the gate were flashing as we walked.
The guy who secured the door saw us and opened the door immediately. I said thank you.
The loud music welcomed us as we saw some people had already started to get down on the dance floor.
"Don't get too far from me, okay?" I half-yelled to Portia's ear while I repositioned my hand from her hand to her waist. She nodded and snaked her arm around my waist.
We decided to sit on the bar first and ordered vodka.
"Do you want to move to the couch. The music is less louder there," I moved my hands in the air. Portia quickly nodded and jumped off of the bar seat. I took her hand and we broke through the crowd until we finally reached the couch.
"Finally..." I heard Portia sigh as she put down her glass and threw herself to the couch.
I giggled and sat next to her. She leaned her head on my shoulder and I felt that comfortable and content feeling that my heart reserved only for when I'm with my wife.
"You know, if it wasn't for Andy we wouldn't come up to any party tonight, right?" she asked me suddenly.
"You know best, baby," I replied.
She moved her head to look at my face. I still admire that face that I gratefully woke up to every single morning.
"I know best that I love you the most," she gave me that smile that had me given up my heart and my life to her hand from the very first time I saw her.
"Not quite true. I love you more," I said and that short talk instantly turned to a make out session that set my body on fire. I've always loved the feeling of our lips and tongues moving together in perfect harmony.
I love the feeling that whenever we kiss, I know that our love would last forever.
"Whoa, whoa, you thirsty women, get a room!" I heard a man's voice as Portia pulled away. I was a bit upset before I looked up and saw that it was Andy.
I laughed and stood up to hug him. "Extraordinary party, Andy!"
"Thanks for coming, you two," he said after he hugged Portia too.
We sat again and Andy joined us.
"Speaking of thirsty," Portia said and slightly blushed - she's so cute when she blushes -, "I'm gonna get us more drink. You want some, Andy?"
"Yes, please. Thank you so much, baby," Andy said and winked and I playfully hit his shoulder. "Hey! She's my baby!" I protested as Andy put his hands in the air, surrendered.
Portia kissed my cheek and squeezed my arm before taking off to the bar.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass sashaying as she walked gracefully to the bar. I shook my head while holding my smile.
"Come on, El. You two were just making out, can't you just take off your eyes of her for a second?" Andy whined and I laughed lightly.
"No shit, man. You have got to be kidding me," I crossed my arms.
"That hot lady in that red dress..... is my wife. And if anybody tries to touch or even flirt with her, I'll send dem boyz or girlz straight to the nearest hospital," I stated it clearly and Andy laughed so hard I thought he might spit out his guts.
Portia's POV
"Three more shots of vodka, please," I ordered.
"Coming up!" the bartender smiled. I pulled out my phone from my purse while I waited and decided to scroll through my twitter timeline. I've loved this app since the very first time.
"Hi. I've noticed that you're waiting alone for your drink here," a husky voice that belonged to a girl almost startled me. I looked to my side and realized that she's talking to me.
I smiled and shook my head vaguely. "No, my wife's over there," I pointed to Ellen on the other side of the room, still talking to Andy.
The girls' eyes followed my finger and I was quite sure that she recognized Ellen. I don't like it whenever a stranger came up and tries to flirt with me. I mean, these kind of things always leads to 'such' things, right? And usually, when they recognized me as 'Ellen DeGeneres' wife', they'd back up right away.
"Oh, so you're 'the' Portia," the girl looked back at me, still with her smile. I smiled back and nodded politely. I started to wonder why are my drinks not ready yet.
"Well, the whispers on the street doesn't lie then. You truly are a beauty," she winked at me.
I was sure I blushed a bit. I hoped that she didn't catch that in the wrong way because I tend to blush whenever people throws a compliment at me.
"Why, thank you so much," I said, trying to control my expression.
"Here you go, Miss Dyer," the bartender came up with a glass of a blue liquid. The girl took it and said thanks.
"So, do you need a company?" she suddenly asked me with a careless attitude.
My jaw almost dropped hearing her direct question. "Well, no, I don't. As I said, I'm here with my wife. But, thanks,".
By now I was really wondering how long would it actually take to pour vodka to 3 goddamn glasses.
"I see..." she looked at me in the eyes and said, "well, I suppose that I'm just going to leave you then," the Dyer girl flashed a weird smile before she jumped off of the seat.
"Oh, gosh!" I shouted as half of her blue drink spilled on my dress. I didn't know the drink was so cold. I jumped up too.
"Ohmygod, I'm so sorry! How clumsy of me!" she covered her mouth before quickly put her glass on the table and grabbed some tissues from the bar table.
"I am so sorry that I ruined your beautiful dress, Portia," she said as her hand frantically tried to clean the blue stain on my stomach and waist. I was so surprised that it took some seconds for me to comprehend what was going on and I realized that her hands are on my body.
I took a step back and the girl stopped. I grabbed some other tissues from the table.
"It's alright. I got this," I just said that when my eyes looked past the girl's shoulder and I met Ellen's eyes.
Ellen's walking through the crowd, straight to where I'm standing with a very intense look on her eyes. I know her best and I sure as hell know what's coming with that kind of look.
This Dyer girl better be on her way by now.
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