You and Kieran first met on a trip to Greece a couple years ago. It was nearly summer and you had went on an exclusive trip with your school while he had gone with family. You had then found out he was from Britain while you were from Florida. But now you were known as “The Lucky Mrs. MacAlastair”.

He was a famous CEO, even more than celebrity famous. It now has been a couple years since that day and you both are happily married. Currently, you were staying at one of his many plots around the world, like mansions everywhere. It was pretty unnecessary but he insisted, as he loved to travel without staying in a hotel, but you never complained since it was better than being stuck at one place.

It was now around 9:30 o’clock pm. You had spent most of the day with Kieran at events and meetings. You were currently sitting in the passenger seat of his black Porsche. You were looking out the window to see the storm above, rain and thunder filled the sky as you heard Kieran get back in the car. You had a pretty bad argument earlier in the day and he said something really ignorant and rude but mainly hurtful. You slightly glanced at him. He was wearing a black suit with a black tie and white undershirt, his hair styled commonly but professionally. You turned back to look out the window as you heard him sigh. You then felt him reach forward, infront of you as he reached for the glove box to put some papers and envelopes in, probably for another meeting soon. He turned on the car and started driving. Soon, it had been 30 minutes since you both left for the way home in the storm. He had reached for the dashboard to slightly turn up the radio. You knew the song as “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. After a couple of minutes, Kieran had sighed and rubbed the side of his face, leaving his left hand on the wheel. He kept his eyes on the road and spoke in a semi-aggressive but apologetic tone.

“Look, {{user}}. I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You know I didn’t mean it. I was mad and I wasn’t thinking correctly...”