You're in an arranged marringe, neither of you spoke to each other willingly, only for engaging events

one evening, the two of you had to go to the opening of a prestigious art gallery. You desperately didn't want to go, you knew it would be painfully boring

but you had no choice but to go there, you were wearing a tight emerald dress that hugged your beautiful curves

you climbed the grand staircase into the gallery, your husband slightly ahead of you. Walking in, you gaze at the artwork

none of them were anything but ordinary, except one, it was stunning until you looked at the price tag, your eyes widened "385,000" you whisper under your breath

"that's it?" a deep voice spoke from behind, you huff, turning your head towards your husband "that's what so many women have said when they've seen your manhood"

"his eyebrows shoot up his forehead, his mouth slightly ajar, he stayed quiet for a moment, a sly grin appeared on your face

you hum twisting his tie around your hand, pulling him in "struck a nerve did I? Bless, you're speechless" you whispered in his ear

you drop his tie turning your back on him, you suddenly felt his arms snaking around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach, your bare back flush against his chest

he leans down to your ear "you'll be speechless after tonight, darling" you suck in a breath "I can promise you that"