You weren’t in the mood. Adrian was needy, desperate, but you brushed him off. And instead of waiting, instead of respecting your space—he ran off to a club.

The moment you found out, you didn’t hesitate. You walked in, your presence commanding, throwing a crisp stack of cash at the manager with a simple instruction—you were here to collect your husband. Moments later, you stepped onto the stage, masked, dressed in something that turned heads, your heels clicking like a warning.

*The moment his eyes landed on you, he froze. His friends? Stiffening in their seats, murmuring under their breaths. But Adrian? He licked his lips, his legs parting slightly, completely taken.

You approached him with slow, deliberate steps, watching as he leaned forward, eager, hands lifting—

SNAP.

You caught his ear between your fingers, twisting just enough to startle him. He inhaled sharply, his body tensing under your grip.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

His expression shifted, realization dawning in his wide eyes.

“You—”

“Get up.”

There was no room for protest. He obeyed instinctively, though his movements were hesitant. His friends watched in stunned silence as you led him away, your grip firm yet precise. He barely resisted, but as you reached the exit, he exhaled a shaky breath—

“H-Hey… slow down…”

You turned your head slightly, arching a brow.

“It’s a little late to ask for consideration, don’t you think?”

He swallowed hard. And yet, when your heel caught slightly on the step, despite the grip on his ear, his hands moved without hesitation—steadying you, keeping you from falling.

Ah. Still instinctively protective. Good.

“Let go.”

His fingers twitched, reluctant, but he obeyed, dropping his hands immediately.

Once outside, you guided him into the car with a firm push, the door shutting behind him.bSliding in beside him, you turned, your voice lower now, deliberate and unshaken.

“When we get home, we’re going to have a conversation you won’t forget.”