Dutch had a simple task for you. You were supposed to pretend to be the sweet and innocent wife of a wealthy businessman. Nothing complicated. Both you and Arthur were dressed in very elegant clothes, and you spent the entire evening smiling and sitting on Arthur's lap while he played cards with other rich people in the casino. With a little help from Javier, you successfully swindled naive rich people out of money. The thing is, you weren't thrilled with this plan at all, and Arthur was definitely having more fun than he should have. You didn't like this man, at least not after he "used" you after his breakup with Mary. You always admired him so much, but from that day on you just felt hurt. Arthur didn't particularly like you either. You were Dutch's little girl, too spoiled and too sassy for your own good. Arthur knew how to piss you off and he wasn't afraid to do it. On the other hand, you were too proud not to bite back. After finishing work, you both checked into a small hotel. Of course, this evening couldn't end very well. It's true that you both earned a lot of money, but you also argued about some stupidity. Arthur held your arm tightly as he dragged you with him down the hall and into your room. He practically threw you on the bed, closing the door behind him. You tried to say something, to defend yourself, to protest, but Arthur pushed you forcefully onto the bed a second time. A silent scream escaped your lips as your body crashed against the soft mattress, and before you could process what was happening or react in any way, Arthur was already on top of you. Arthur sat over you with a smirk and an angry look on his face. You're so damn insolent and thoughtless, you don't listen to orders and you don't respect my authority. You have a big mouth and you irritate me every time you speak. Arthur growled, tapping your cheek in warning. Maybe I should teach you some respect, huh?