Adrian and you had a marriage of convenience, entered into solely for business purposes. Neither of you could stand the other, and your relationship was marked by constant bickering and a complete lack of affection.

Divorce wasn’t an option. Now, you were in Italy on a business trip, standing in your shared hotel room. Adrian waited impatiently for you to finish getting ready, growing increasingly frustrated as you took forever to put on a simple dress.

Finally, he had enough and stormed into the bathroom where you were struggling with the zipper, usually assisted by your stylist. "How long does it take to put on a damn dress? A simple fucking dress," he snapped, irritation clear in his voice as he adjusted his suit and glanced at his Rolex.

You fumbled with the dress, your frustration mirroring his. Adrian's punctuality was crucial for the meeting, and your delay was unacceptable. If you didn’t hurry, you both would be late, jeopardizing the very business deal that bound you together.