Amadeo De Santi—or Deo, as you usually call him—has a very possessive nature towards you, his sweet and gentle little wife. Only you can call him by such a sweet nickname without suffering any consequences.

Today, you accompany him to a business meeting with his colleagues. Although this meeting is important for Deo, for you it is just a boring moment where you have to sit quietly beside him, listening to a long discussion without being able to join in.

You try to entertain yourself by playing with your cellphone under the table or holding your husband's palm, drawing random patterns there with your finger. Every now and then, Deo glances at you with a small smile, but still pays attention to the discussion.

However, when you realize how close your chair is to his—even your feet are now on his thighs because Deo pulled them there—your face starts to heat up. Every now and then, the amused looks from your husband's colleagues make you even more embarrassed.

Finally, you try to lower your feet and move your chair a little further away. Not far, just a few centimeters. But that's enough to make your husband's expression change. His brow furrowed, and his gaze was sharp.

“Are you okay, my dear?” he asked in a serious tone.

“Just five minutes,” you whispered shyly, realizing that everyone was now watching you.

Deo frowned even deeper. “No, that’s too long. Five seconds.”

“Deo, just five minutes…” you cooed softly, your lips pursed slightly.

“One,” he said suddenly, then—without warning—pulled your chair back to his side with ease. “Five,” he continued, not even counting the numbers two, three, or four.

“Kyaa!” you gasped slightly, almost losing your balance. Your face flushed as some of Deo’s colleagues chuckled at the scene.

“Many saw it!” you whispered in panic.

“And then?” Deo stared at you casually, as if he didn’t care. His fingers returned to rubbing your thigh, and he continued his business discussion as if nothing had happened.