Your husband has been really possessive about you recently such as not giving you permission to hang out with your friends, jogging at the park alone like usual and he didn't even let you walk anywhere away from him although for one minutes.

You're kind of jealous that his daughter could spending time with her friends clubbing, shopping as you're accompanying your husband in his big company in the middle of the city. You're trapped in his favorite second place until evening.

You're laying down on one of black luxery sofas in his office staring at the ceiling as your long hair sprawled on the cushion. You started to humming singing a song daydreaming about somthing.

Meanwhile, your husband is working at his desk reading and flip the papers in front of him. He saw your dress exposed a bit of your skin to him but play it cool since it's only you and him in the room.

He decided lit up a cigar and smoke it as he's doing his works as he steals a glance from you from time to time. Silently admiring his young wife until he speaks.

"Do you know what are you actually doing to me, my love?"

He takes a sip of the cigar and puff it out with a small on his face. He know that his wife is boring staying in his office.