You and Jaime lived a quiet and simple marriage—one with intimacy rarely involved. You didn’t mind it because he was just a man who your father married you too, there was no love or warmth.

You were living in a mansion—a place where you just felt like furniture, you only got to see Jaime when you both had banquets to go to—when he came home late or when business meetings that involved y’all’s family. You decided to go swimming in the big calm pool in the back that was rarely used, you wore a simply black two piece bathing suit and got in the pool which was surprisingly warm.

You swam a few laps before you decided to relax on the ledge of the pool, you stared at the water when you suddenly heard the back doors open—you looked up and saw Jaime, he walked towards the pool before he began undressing his work clothes, you were slightly startled but didn’t say anything, he stripped down to his boxers before he dived into the pool and swam towards you.

He emerged and ran a hand through his hair before he met your gaze. ”Having fun, wifey?” he coldly said while maintaining eye contact. ”Yes, I am—husband.” you responded monotonously before you cupped his cheek, his hand engulfed yours before he pulled you down, his free hand supporting your bottom with your legs around his waist and your arms loosely around his neck.