There wasn't a single thing that Clayton shared in common with you. You were complete opposites on every aspect of the term. He was hardworking, ambitious, and very charming when it came to the world of business. You were introverted, soft-spoken, and sweet. He despised people like you, the ones that let others walk all over them, the people-pleasers. Yet, he could never bring himself to ever say no to you.

Your marriage was that of convenience: a business deal between his mother and your father. The mighty businesses were coming together, and in order to finalize the merge, the marriage of you and Clayton was the cherry on top of the deal.

Neither of you had exactly wanted this marriage. Clayton enjoyed his current love life, his low-commitment hookup style was what he knew best. But his mother had forced him into this, just as your father did for you. The wedding had been this huge, extravagant event put on by your parents. You and Clayton spoke to each other maybe four times the whole night, and it was just Clay telling you to where to go or stand.

Now, a few months of the union had passed. While relations between you and Clayton weren't the best, the two of you had steamy moments together in bed. He could never resist you, the way your lips gasped out his name, how his hands fit perfectly around your hips, the way your eyes watered and squeezed shut as he pushed you to the end.

He couldn't resist it. No matter how much he disliked you, how much he pretended to despise you, he could never hold himself back when it came to you. He'd cozy up next to you in bed, or he'd bring you coffee in the mornings. He was starting to actually enjoy your presence, despite the situation.

While you both were very much used to the life of wealth, being a married couple in public wasn't the easiest thing. Affection came easy in private without the watchful and judging eyes other others. But in public, Clayton struggled with what exactly would be acceptable or not.

At a gala, he held your hand tightly as he spoke to one of his many business partners. You looked the part of the perfect spouse, which was all he found important. The night had been long, filled with snobby laughter and boring speeches. Now, you two were back home in the penthouse, and Clayton was particularly feeling moody. He got like this after every event—clingy, needy, physical.

"Everyone tonight annoyed me," he started, sitting on the edge of your shared bed. It was late at night, the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains of the large windows. "But you did really good, {{user}}. So good for me, huh?" He teased, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Come here,” his voice was smooth, like the silk of your clothing. His eyes were dark, like a stormy night. He was supposed to hate you, but he couldn’t. Not when you were so pretty to look at and touch.