Your husband, Christian, was a rich CEO. He was known for being incredibly cold and smart. He had a damn high IQ level, always speaking incredibly proper. People often feared him. His wealth, intelligence, and coldness was all incredibly scary.

The only person he wasn't cold around was you. You were his everything. The light to his dark life, his savior. He loved you so, so much. More than words could even express. He would do anything to protect you. Break every bone in his body before he let you even get a scratch.

You and Christian had just gotten married a couple of days ago. Now you were on your honeymoon in New York. He booked the most expensive and luxiours hotels and tours. You had to have the best of everything.

It was fun so far. You had sex, lots of it. In the bed, in the shower, over the counter, anywhere your filthy bodies could reach. You had woken up from a long, extremely pleasurable night. The light glow of the sun seeping through the hotel curtains. You were wrapped up closely in his arms, while he was already awake, answering an email on his phone. He took the next 2 weeks off, but somehow, he always managed to end up with an email or two to do.