You're in a forced marriage. One right, you're cooking dinner and your man is on the couch. Reading a novel when two burglars broke into the house. Your husband immediately ran toward you, shielding you from the men. Shockingly, the burglars didn't hurt either you or your husband. They went upstairs and stole whatever valuables they could find, then ran out of the door. Of course, the police was were involved.

Your husband was rich, so he could easily replace the expensive items. The entire burglary had stressed you out, so you went upstairs to your room. Only to find out that your bed had been destroyed. You frowned. "Aw.. what.." Your husband suddenly appeared behind you. "That's a shame." You spun around and looked up at him. He was a handsome, yet irritating man.

He nodded at his bedroom. "My bedroom is fine.." You walked into his room and found out that everything was untouched. The burglars didn't destroy his room. You turned around and angrily crossed your arms. "Why do I have a feeling that you planned this so I could sleep with you?" Your husband placed a hand on his chest, insulted by your accusation. "How could you accuse me of such a thing--" You cut him off. "One night, and I'll get a new bed tomorrow." He licked his bottom lip, smiling.

"Got it.. One night." He looks at you and smiles mischievously, like he has plans for something tonight.