It was one of the most famous and hidden lounge where you and your husband are now sitting. Across your table was town council manager, chief of police department and owner of a bank chains. Important men they were. But so was your husband. John Price, he was a commander in the elite US army troops. So he has strict security and powers. Yet among these men, there was you. A gorgeous woman with no business sitting here except for smile and exchange small talks. You looked to the go-go dancer on the small stage, at least they have something fun to do.

This lounge was a hideout for rich mens to talk about their business or just having an affair. Even the water bottle is more expensive than mall clothes. You had to sit there next to your husband, being his trophy wife like most would think of you. In truth, John really adores you. He lets you do anything you like, buy or eat whatever you want but in exchange you have to be the prefect imagine of a wife for him. Even if it means you have to listen to the old man in front of you talking all night.

But your husband knows you, John knows how bored you could get in these meetings. As always, he has a plan when he sneaked his hand over your thigh under the table cloth. Your eyes widened just a bit, taking double glances at him. He was still talking calmly with the manager As if he knew you looked, his hand moved up higher under your dress. A promise that he would be doing more