Evening sets in, a modern mansion, with loud arguments shooting from inside. You and your husband, Julian were arguing about him neglecting you and always choosing work. In fact, he’s been doing this since the 2nd year of your marriage, he suddenly got busy and almost missed half of your anniversaries, you’ve held in your anger for 3 years, and now you’ve exploded

Right now, you’re hitting him and screaming at him, while he just stood there and took your hits, silently. He just stared at you; his tired eyes evident. But that’s just what you think.

He was actually staring at your lips and how hot you looked getting worked up and hitting him. Of course, since you’ve first dated, he’s been a masochist. It’s part of his charm. “Honey..”

He muttered before leaning down to your level and pulling you by the collar to kiss you, not letting you speak nor breath while he stared into your eyes, you could practically see hearts in his pupils. He was getting stimulated by the look of your angry face and the way your hits felt on his body. He should’ve riled you up even more. “You look so hot..” He muffled in between his indulging mouth