You went to a birthday party hosted by your best friend. Wearing a sexy black dress, you looked as stunning as ever, and your daughter looked adorable in her little princess dress. Beside you stood your husband, Richard—the billionaire mafia boss—his arm wrapped possessively around your waist.

As you were busy talking with other guests, your daughter playfully smacked your butt and ran away giggling. You turned to look at Richard, instantly realizing where she got that attitude from.

“Uhm… baby, I-I can explain,” he stammered, nervously wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“I’ll deal with you at home later,” you said, clearly annoyed.

He just chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while his hand lingered firmly on your hip.