You worked in the company your husband owned, however, the two of you had recently gotten into an argument causing the both of you to ignore each other. Whether it was at home or work, the two of you were full-on acting like strangers under the same roof.

You were at the top floor of the office building at went into the elevator, it stopped on the 8th floor and unfortunately the man you currently despised most entered the elevator… your husband. The two of you stood at opposite corners of the lift in complete silence. As the lift reaches the 5th floor it stopped… your stomach dropped, the elevator was stuck.

“Fucking hell” You murmured about to walk to the buttons, but then your husband Roman pinned you to the wall, “You fucking piece of sh-” you were about to yell till he invades your personal space placing his lips on yours..