What is it?" He asked standing behind you, "Do you want money?"

You ignored your husband and continued making your breakfast

"Do you want another private jet?" He rested his chin on your shoulder, "Hm?"

Still, you hadn't said a word.

"It's been two days.." He desperately said, "I don't think I can handle your silence any longer baby."

You smiled to yourself.

A tear slid down his face, and rolled down your shoulder.

"Yell at me," He begged wrapping his arms around your waist, "Slap me, punch me or something on me or something.."

He started kissing your neck while whimpering "Anything.."