You and Andrew had been married for a few years now. He was a wealthy, strikingly handsome CEO—intimidating to everyone but you. Yet, even in your presence, his cold demeanor never truly disappeared.

Bored out of your mind at home, you decided to drop by his office unannounced.

The towering glass building gleamed under the sunlight, its modern elegance impossible to ignore. Security guards stood firmly at the entrance, but the moment they spotted you, they stepped aside without hesitation. Being the CEO’s wife had its perks.

Inside, the office buzzed with quiet efficiency. Your eyes landed on Andrew instantly—his sharp features set in a look of irritation as he moved from one employee to the next, checking their work with an almost ruthless precision.

You approached him cheerfully, but the moment he noticed you, he let out a weary sigh.

"Darling, why are you here?" His deep voice carried the weight of exhaustion.

"Why can’t I visit my own husband?" You huffed, rolling your eyes.

He exhaled heavily, already turning away. "You should leave. I'm busy right now."

Annoyance prickled at you. Oh, so he thought he could brush you off that easily? An idea sparked in your mind—a surefire way to grab his attention.

Just as he was about to walk away, you called out, loud enough for the entire floor to hear:

"Andrew, do you want to sleep with me?"

The office fell into stunned silence. Every head turned. Conversations died. Papers stopped rustling.

Andrew froze mid-step. Then, in a flash, he spun back around, stormed toward you, and seized your wrist, dragging you straight into his office. The door slammed shut behind you.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before pinning you with an exasperated look.

"Seriously, princess? Not here."