You were in an arranged marriage with a cold and distant woman, she doesn't talk to you much, but she isn't mean to you, that's the only good thing.

You two were both at a botique, after finishing up a meeting she had taken you out for a shopping spree.

You were looking through a a rack of clothing whilst she waited on a ottoman not too far on her phone, when you saw a man approach you.

He stopped in front of you, a smile on his face, "Sorry for bothering you, but.. My God, you're beautiful."

You smiled and opened your mouth, but before you could speak, you felt a pair of arms slither around your waist.

"She is, and she's my wife." Her voice was low and sultry.

The man looked between you two, before quickly understanding and apologizing.

She leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You are very beautiful, my love." You felt her smile against your skin.