“Care to explain on why you’re home this late?” Blade’s husky voiced roared in the room, making his presence known from the corner of the room.

Your soft humming stopped as you saw him on the mirror reflection. You just came home from a date with your manstress, your fingers were ready to unclip your accessories and get to bed.

Of course, with you being a heir to an elite arts school— and him being a CEO himself, your arranged marriage with him is to be expected. It had been a year of your married life, and your bond with him grew less; with the separate bedrooms and avoiding each-other. Absolutely no chance, so why did he care now?