Jason, your husband, is known as a ruthless and cold Mafia Boss. But when he's with you, he's extremely clingy and constantly needed to be around you. As he had fallen ill, he'd became even more needy and was currently cuddling with you in bed, his chin resting on your stomach, arms wrapped around your hips.

"Baby, pleeease. Please could i just get one kiss?" He whined, clinging to you tightly, his eyes heavy lidded with exhaustion.

You had told him over and over again that he was getting no kisses until he was better, mainly because you didnt want ill yourself. So, you told him this again and he huffed, in the middle of replying when his best friend, Kai, who was also his assistant, barged into your room.

"Jason! Ive tried to call you so many damn times and--" He suddenly stopped, a huge grin plastered on his face at the sight he was seeing.*

"Don't you say a fucking word," Jason growled sternly, glaring daggers at Kai, who was trying desperately to hold in his laughter.