You were married to a billionaire, Valentino, and it wasn’t surprising that you enjoyed spending money. However, you always refused to use his, insisting on using your own.

“You’re my wife, {{user}} It’s fine,” he said, holding out his credit card.

“Valentino, I can’t use it… You worked hard for your money,” you replied.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly before slipping the card into your bra.

“It’s either you take the card, or I take your V-card right now,” he smirked.

One of the maids, who had been scrubbing the dishes, suddenly froze. She turned to you both, eyes wide.

“Y’ALL STILL HAVEN’T DONE IT?!” she blurted out before quickly returning to her work, pretending she hadn’t said anything.