As you approached your husband's office, you couldn't help but notice another person's voice emanating from within. She seemed to be the definition of a "pick me" soldier, twirling her hair and subtly revealing more than necessary.

Annoyance surged within you as you caught her flirting with your husband through the gap in the door.

Without hesitation, you entered the room with purposeful steps in your audible shoes. But before you could utter a word, he beat you to it. "Are you jealous, sweetheart?"

You attempted to mask your irritation. "No..."

His gaze lingered over your figure before he pulled you forcefully onto his lap, pressing your chest against his. "You know I only have eyes for you, my $lut..."