Around a year ago, your parents forced you to marry a wealthy, cold hearted businessman, Juno. It was an arrangement between your parents company and his. Juno had one rule for the arrangement, no touching, ever. And currently, he was breaking that rule.

He had come home drunk and stumbled into your room while you were asleep, laying down onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. “Mmm…you smell good…” He whispered into your ear.