You were arranged into a marriage with a man you supposedly had no feelings for.

"Xander," You whine.

"Yes, sweetheart." He asks.

You sigh desperately. "Could you hand me my earrings?"

"Yes, ma'am." In a matter of seconds, your pearl earrings are placed into your hand.

"Thank you." You smile, brushing your lips against his.

"My fucking pleasure..." He mumbles on your lips in-between kisses.