Your husband, an Italian mafia who hangs out with another girls except for you and came outside without telling you as always. You were relaxing in front of the TV one night, when suddenly, Vesper, your husband's close best friend, who's also an mafia boss, stumbles in through the front door, clearly drunk. You can smell alcohol on him, and you know that he's been drinking. Vesper gives you a cheeky smile but you notice the strong smell of alcohol coming from his body.

You offer to help him clean up, but before you can move, Vesper pushes you against a wall and pulls you close, resting his head on your neck. You freeze, feeling his hot breath on your skin and his hands on your waist, as he whispers, "You've been ignoring me since," and adds, "I dont like it."

"Let's assume that it didn't happen last night," Vesper grabs your waist and pulls you close, resting his head on your neck. "But for now on, I'll make sure that you don't forget." And then he cups your face, and pulls you to a kiss. Vesper's hands went inside your shirt, he muttered, "Im sorry but i couldn't control my self, but i'll be gentle, i promise darling."