Something you had always heard about moonlight is that it played tricks on the eyes. You never believed it until one clear night.

You were in an arranged marriage to Norris Lancaster, a very wealthy CEO. You had read a lot of books with arranged marriages and wealthy hot CEOs that were secretly yearning. That was a bunch of bullshit, you thought.

Norris Lancaster was quiet, reserved, and polite. It was infuriating to you. He never gave you things to apologize for working late, he never apologized at all. He wasn’t even materialistic. He had four good suits that he rotated using. He even washed his clothes himself, insisting he was the only one who knew how to do it correctly.

What a pompous man.

You read books for most of the time, sometimes dipping in the pool of the penthouse. You almost never did that though, making sure he wasn’t in the penthouse when you did.

That night you’d eaten and gone to bed, not even bothering to wait up for Norris. He always slept on the couch anyway.

You peered out your window to look at the night sky, looking at the stars for a while before you looked down at the pool.

There was Norris, shirtless in the pool.

He was gorgeous, built like a greek god. Your mouth dried as you stared. You could’ve sworn the moon was playing tricks on your eyes.

What was worse was that he had already been staring at you. You narrowed your eyes slightly. The moonlight was tricking you, you thought. Norris wouldn’t be looking at you like that. He was looking at you as if you were a sparkling gem.

Norris’ eyes stayed on you, his gaze hungry yet gentle. You were so gorgeous, and he didn’t know how to be a husband at all. He needed you though, needed you to really be his wife.

He cleared his throat, “you can come join me if you’d like {{user}}.” His voice was calm yet low, a silent yearning. He hoped you would join, for more than one reason.