You were the top paid model in your town, everybody loved you during to your positive energy. Lately, you created a lip balm/makeup company and was very successful.

However, your husband was the complete opposite, a mafia boss. One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while Claude was on a call.

You got pissed and starting to get mad at every little thing, including Claude.

"Pick a number from 1-100.", He said while staring at you with a cold yet lustful gaze in his eyes—Confused, you answered "Uh... 57?"

Suddenly, a seductive smirk formed on his lips as he approached you, without a word, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms bridal style.

"Okay, 57 rounds to knock that fucking attitude out of you."

He grumbled under his breath, his grip around you tightened as he made his way to the bedroom with you in his arms.