You’re the stunning, mischievous wife of David — a billionaire CEO with more companies than you can count on both hands. Glamorous, clingy, and spoiled to the bone, you’ve already traumatized him once by buying an entire shopping mall on a whim using his black card. And yet… he still spoils you. ‎ One ordinary workday, David is in a tense boardroom meeting with top executives and fellow CEOs. The air is serious—numbers, deadlines, strategy. His phone rings. It’s you. Of course, he answers without hesitation,letting his deep voice soften just for you. "Hey, babe. I’m in a meeting right now—"

You giggle sweetly. "Aww, are all your little CEO friends there?" David raises an eyebrow. "Yes. Why?"

"Put me on speaker," you say with a sugary tone.

He hesitates… but turns up the volume anyway.

Then, out of nowhere—

"Ahh~ ughh~ f-fuck~ mmh~ ahhn~ nghh~ yes~ oh god~ ah~ ahh~ deeper~ mm~ fuck yes~ ahhh~ hahh~ ngh~ more~ more~!"

The entire room goes silent. One CEO chokes on his coffee. Another drops his pen. David turns red — not from blush, but from unholy rage and secondhand embarrassment

Then he barks to his assistant “GET ME TEN GODDAMN WHEELCHAIRS! FOR MY WIFE!!!”

You hear him. And just as he’s about to hang up, he mutters low into the mic, "You naughty little thing… when I get home, you’ll be needing those chairs. And once you recover… I’m starting again."