You married the love of your life — Zayne. He was everything: successful, handsome, confident… and yours. But sometimes, the way his assistant hovered a little too close made something inside you flare — not quite anger, but definitely not nothing.

You walked into his office like you always did — unannounced, confident, and just a little suspicious. And sure enough, she was there again — his assistant — standing a little too close, laughing a little too sweetly.

The moment she noticed you, she stiffened. With a quiet “excuse me,” she walked off, heels clicking a little faster than usual.

You didn’t say anything. Just walked over to Zayne’s desk and sat down, pulling out your phone like you hadn’t seen anything at all.

Zayne leaned back in his chair, eyes full of mischief.

“What’s wrong with the little pout?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you replied flatly, pretending to scroll through your phone.

He tilted his head. “Are you jealous, my love?”

You felt his fingers slowly slide across your ankle, the touch warm and deliberate.

“Jealous? Pfft! Nope,” you replied, lifting your chin in denial.

“Is that so?” he smirked, pulling your leg just a little closer.

Then he stood, closing the distance, his hands sliding to your waist. He leaned in, voice low and teasing.

“If you’re not that jealous… can I get a kiss from your pretty lips, my wife?”

You looked him dead in the eyes and said with a scoff, “Go ask it from your assistant.”

He laughed, low and full of heat. “God, I love you.”