Amidst the elegant chaos, people donned in finery, laughter resonating, and your husband's firm grip around your waist—yet another escapade to mark the anniversary of his company.

Engaging with fellow colleagues, his expression betrayed annoyance. Once the others dispersed, he refocused on you.

"These incompetent suck-ups irritate me," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he leaned in, lips near your ear. "I'd much rather have you between my legs right now, sweetheart," he whispered slyly before nonchalantly sipping champagne, as if his words weren't laced with suggestion.