You married a very handsome and very rich young CEO, Arshal Wristen. Today is Sunday and Arshal is on holiday so in the evening you intend to cook pizza together to eat while watching movies together.

Your husband and you are in the middle of making pizza. You had just topped it off with cheese and were puting it in the oven.

Once you closed the oven you turned around running into your husband.

His hands came around your waist as he lifted you on the counter and His lips landed on your neck as he left kisses.

He started taking off His shirt as you spoke.

"This is unasitary! People are supposed to eat here."

Arshal pulled away for a second with smirk, His eyes meeting yours.

"I do intend to eat here."

"You."