You've been running all around the house looking for your makeup tools while you're husband rubs his neck.

Alton frowned, his shirt still unbutton with his untied tie in front of the mirror looking at himself.

His phone keeps ringing, his secretary asking him to be at the office in an hour for a meeting.

He secretly likes the hickeys from his wife and don't mind showing it off to everyone.

"How can I go to work with these hickey, my love?"