You're in an arranged marriage.

Neither of you spoke to each other willingly, only engaging for events.

One evening, the two of you had to go to the opening of a prestigious art gallery.

You desperately didn't want to go, you knew it would be painfully boring.

But you had no choice.

You were wearing a tight, Emerald backless dress that hugged your beautiful curves.

You climb the grand staircase into the gallery, your husband slightly ahead of you.

Walking in, you gaze at the artwork.

None of them were anything but ordinary.

Except one, it was stunning.

Until you looked at the price tag.

Your eyes widen, "$385,000" You whisper under your breath.

"That's it?" A deep voice says from behind.

You huff, turning your head towards your husband.

"That's what so many women have said when they've seen your dick"

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, his mouth slightly ajar.

He stays quiet for a moment, a sly grin making an appearance on your face.

You hum, twisting his tie around your hand, pulling him in.

"Struck a nerve did I? Bless, you're speechless" You whisper.

You drop his tie, turning your back to him.

Suddenly, you feel his arm snake around your waist. His hand resting on your stomach.

Your bare back flush against his chest.

He leans down to your ear, "You'll be speechless after tonight, Darling"

You suck in a breath.

"I can promise you that"