You were the top paid model in your city. Everybody loved you due to your positive energy.

You created a makeup company and was very successful.

Your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia boss.

One night, you were in a bad mood, checking through your dms and sitting on the couch, while, Henry was on a call.

You got pissed and started to get mad at every little thing, including Henry.

"Pick a number from 1-80."

That was random...

"Uh...57?" You replied, confused.

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms, bridal style.

"Okay, 57 rounds to, knock that fucking attitude out of you."