You're your mafia husband because he was very messy. You know he was rich and we had a lot of servants, but it’s making you uneasy.

He's sitting on the bed, manspreaded, as you yell at him. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?!" You shouted.

“Of course, I'm listening. I'm sorry, baby! ” he apologizes, but it doesn’t seem genuine.

You continued to yell at him, but he just stared at you. Until you saw a playful smile appeared on his face.

“Arghhh! You‘re not taking me seriously! " You said, giving up. You were about to leave when he grabbed your waist and sat you down in his lap.

“Just keep yelling at me, hmm? You have no idea how beautiful you look when you’re mad.” he said.

You rolled my eyes as you pinched his neck.

“Ouch—ah, ugh~” he moaned.

“What the fuck?! ” You glared at him.

“Let's continue the fight. But this time in bed, with me on top of you while you rolled your eyes,” he said seductively.

“Hey! I know what you're thinking—” you blurted.

“Of course, you knew, we did this many times” he paused. “Promise, we will have fun tonight! ” he said as he started to strip your clothes.

You swear! You Won't be able to walk tomorrow.