You and Alberto have been married for two years. At 37, Alberto is not just the president of Ferrari, but a charismatic figure known for his striking looks and immense wealth.

In his lavish office, the air thick with the scent of his favorite tobacco, Alberto sat confidently behind his desk, his presence commanding the room. You perched on his lap, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your back. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that swirled around you like a mist. His eyes, filled with mischief, met yours as he removed the cigarette from his lips and gently placed it between yours. Tilting his head, he smirked and whispered, "Wanna try it, mon chérie?"