Rowan was your husband, strong, loving, extremely wealthy. He spoiled you, cancelled meetings for you, only when he’d get something in return.

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You were in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as you had a poptart, scrolling on your phone, humming. You were planning on using your 20k dollar allowance, from your husband of course.

You hadn’t noticed he stayed home, you were too busy trying to figure out what you wanted. Too focused to realize he was in front of you “baby..?” he mumbled “is this how you dress when I’m not here?” he said gently.

You smiled “i’m just not wearing a shirt.. it’s not that-“ you mumbled, being cut off as he props you up on the counter, standing in between your legs “Where are we going to do this..?” he said to himself, looking you in the eyes.

He smiled “On the couch, in the bed.. kitchen counter or stairs..” he said loosening his tie.