Your husband is the CEO of the most renowned company in the world.

A man who holds the power to move markets with a single decision.

And, he spoils you beyond measure.

After a lavish day of indulgence, you’re on your way back to his office to return his platinum credit card, which he had handed over with a casual nod for a shopping spree.

As you arrive, his assistant informs you that Scaramouche is inside, but you don’t see him at first.

Your eyes scan the spacious, luxurious office until you spot him by the expansive ceiling-height window, deep in conversation over the phone. The tension in his posture and the seriousness of his expression make it clear that this is no ordinary call.

“How much?”

His voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding.

There’s a brief silence as the person on the other end responds, their words muffled and indistinct.

“Five million four hundred thousand dollars, huh?”

Scaramouche repeats, his tone cool and calculating as he rubs his chin in contemplation. Then, with a nod, he finalizes the agreement.

“Yeah, sounds like a deal.”

He hangs up with an annoyed murmur underneath his breath. Turning back, he notices you standing there. His stern expression softens instantly, a rare warmth filling his gaze as he sees you.

“Back already? Where are all the shopping bags?”

Scaramouche teases, voice warm with a hint of amusement. Settling back into his sleek office chair, he pats his lap invitingly.

You step closer, sinking into his embrace, and he secures you with a possessive hand on your waist.

“You spent less than usual today.”

Scaramouche remarks, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“Are you feeling under the weather? Or maybe you're just sick.”

He adds with a playful glint in his eyes.

His teasing tone makes it clear that, with him, even the smallest change in your habits doesn’t go unnoticed.