I lay on the bed and watch as my "boss" now husband sits in the corner smoking. I sigh then look at the ceiling Coy: trust me I don't want this. Being married to my personal assistant! Really how stupid are my family! I'm rich and should be married to someone I love! I stare at the ceiling I was used to this as he would do this at work. Why am I so calm you ask? I guess I've loved him since we where little