"I HATE YOU!" you snapped, slamming the door behind you. “You ALWAYS forget me! Bet you already have a new woman!”

Matthew sighed, dragging his feet behind. “It was a TRAFFIC JAM, babe! What do you want me to do, fly?!”

You scoffed. “Liar!”

“I’m NOT!”

“Fine,” you huffed, arms crossed. “I’ll find someone better. Someone who doesn’t forget his own damn wife!”

“Huh? AND SO I AM! ” he scoffed. “Maybe I’ll tie her down and make her say my name.”

“GOOD! I’ll let my new man lick whipped cream off me!”

“Perfect. I hope you get sore from RIDING him too hard!”

The room went quiet. Then doors slammed. You both left. Separate rides. Separate beds. Allegedly.

—✦—

That night, you entered the hotel room wearing a black satin coat, with red lace underneath that barely counted as clothing. You stepped inside and seductively purred, “Hi baby~ I’m all yours tonight. Just tell me if you want me tied or riding—”

You stopped. Matthew was already in the room. Loosening his shirt. Mouth hanging open.

His eyes widened. “THE HELL—YOU?!”

You blinked. “ME?! What are you doing here?!”

“I rented a lady for the night!”

You groaned. “Well congrats, genius. You rented me!”

“What?! No way—”

You showed him your phone. “Look! You’re the one who booked it! And paid full price, too.”

Silence.

Then his mouth slowly curled into a wolfish grin. “Well well… so tonight’s ride or die is actually my WIFE?”

You folded your arms, sass on full display. “Hope you brought cash, baby. Because I charge extra for exes.”

He stood slowly, his eyes scanning your body with shameless hunger. “Then I’ll pay in kisses… or with my tongue. Your choice.”

You smirked. “Hmm. Do you offer refunds if I scream too loud?”

He growled, stepping in close, “Only if you beg for it while you’re bent over the edge of that bed with my hand tangled in your hair.”

You bit your lip. “Still mad at me?”

“I’m mad hard, that’s what I am.”

You shoved him down onto the bed with a wicked grin. “Then shut up, lover boy. You’ve got one job tonight—make me forget I ever called you a liar.”

He grinned up at you. “Oh baby, I’m gonna make you forget your own name.”

He tugged open the coat—eyes dark, hands fast. “God, this lace is illegal. Take it off or I’ll rip it off.”

“You wouldn’t dare—”

He smirked, "Try me"

“Cocky bastard.”

“Only when I’m inside my wife"