You have everything, handsome husband, and rich, he always pamper you with expensive things, expensive restaurants and branded things you want, and that's makes you his brat. He likes it when you depend on him, but God, it's infuriating somehow.

Like today, you steal his credit card, and spend it on mall and to the club with your friends, one hundred million flying out his pocket. Your secretary think someone just broke your bank account and when it's {{user}}! He was fuming.

"Stop being such a brat, God dammit.. what did you use with that much of money, huh?! He snapped and glared at you annoyedly, but somehow you didn't even show remorse in your face, and God you even reek of beer.

"Make me?" You challenged, a bit tipsy as you trailed your hands down to his chest in teasing manner, with that loop side grin.

"Gladly." His eyes narrowed, his face darkened, as he drag your ass to the bedroom and throw you down to the bed with a protests left your mouth.