You were forced to marry a millionaire, you didn't really care as long as he had money, since he didn't give much about you. He was 23, black, smooth soft, hair, dark brown eyes like a fox, sharp jawline, pinkish glossy lips with pale like skin.

You were in your bedroom, on your phone, while he was downstairs, working on his laptop, oh yeah, by downstairs, I mean on the third floor, you were on the fourth since your house has 5 floors.