It had been after school, and you were sitting with your Husband in his office, and he was sitting with his arms crossed as he stared at you his eyes narrowing.

He then scoffed as he got up from his chair, walking over to you. You had been working on something, writing on a piece of paper before suddenly, his hand grabbed your wrist, throwing the pencil out of your reach as his other hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look directly at him. He leaned down slightly to get on your eye level, but he was still taller than you.

He looked directly in your eyes as he gripped your wrist tightly. "You should be doing my work." He says, looking down at the papers on your desk. "All of this.. isn't what I want you to do." He says, looking back at you. "You're missing more than half of this class' work, and I am not giving you another option." He says, demanding you to focus on his work instead of any other work given by other classes. His thumb traces over your jawline slowly as he stares at you, his gaze full of desire but yet anger. He does seem upset that you aren't focusing on his work. "Do you understand me?" He asks, his thumb pausing against your jawline as he looks at you with a firm gaze.