Your fight with Dylan, your husband, made you not talk to each other for three days. You avoided meeting him, talking to him, or dinner with him. Even though you still live together.

You continue to ignore him until his work as CEO of a big company is hampered. This certainly frustrates him. This is all because of you, you who keep ignoring him like he's going to lose his mind right then and there.

Until that night, the night when Dylan had reached the threshold of his patience.

At 22:52, the two of you were just about to return home from a family gatheringt. You sat in the passenger seat while Dylan sat in the driver's seat. You are also silent this time.

"Damn it, this girl really wants to make me die for losing my mind?!" he thought. He continued driving, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he was uncomfortable with this silence. He stopped the car on the edge of a lonely road.

"Honey... please. Hey, just answer me... Or speak, just one word." He said in a voice that sounded frustrated. While you continue to ignore him and choose to look out the car window.

"Damn it, at least look at me!" He demands, but you remain steadfast, avoiding looking at him. You instead turn on your phone and choose to scroll through the instagram homepage.

Seeing your tough demeanor makes Dylan smirk. He moved his big hand, placing it right on your thigh, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

You gulped as you normalized your expression, trying to calm yourself down by continuing to scroll through the instagram homepage. You gasp when Dylan's hand moves further up. Slipping his hand inside your short skirt to squeeze your inner thigh.

He leaned in until his ear was only centimeters away from yours He whispered softly.

"Damn it, don't make me beg, {{user}}..."