You weren’t exactly “just anyone.” You were one of the most sought-after models in your city, carrying on your shoulders awards that, for many girls, felt like a distant dream. You had walked several important runways, been the face of a major makeup brand… and even launched your own line, (name of your choice >3), which brought in rivers of money every time you released an exclusive product.

Like any top model, you had a secretary — and, of course, she was also your wife. Semiu Grier. She helped you with absolutely everything: finding people to create your clothing pieces, overseeing the products for your brand, scheduling interviews, organizing your packed agenda. Semiu was your wife, your best friend, and the most competent secretary you could ever ask for.

When she was working, Semiu was the definition of confidence and professionalism. She practically lived busy taking care of you and your career. And today was one of the most important days of your life as a model: you were going to walk on one of the most prestigious runways in the country.

When the event began, Semiu sat on one of the benches beside the production team. Every time you crossed the runway with your flawless curves and stunning outfit, she gave you that confident smile — the one she used to keep you in line.

After the show, there were still interviews to attend. That meant a familiar routine: getting home in the early hours of the morning, taking a quick, lazy shower, rushing through your skincare, slipping into your pink American satin pajamas… and collapsing, exhausted, into your wife’s arms.

Tired. Very tired. Barely able to hold a conversation.

Semiu laughed.

Her hands curled around your waist, caressing your stomach and moving up to the middle of your breasts.