You got into the passenger seat in your husband’s car.

You and Ryan are in an arranged marriage.

And you had just come from a long meeting with your parent(s).

You and Ryan have to go to monthly meetings with your parent(s).

To make sure that the marriage looks real. Considering it’s only for business.

Ryan gets into the drivers seat, angry. You put your seatbelt on and stay quiet.

You don’t enjoy these meetings as much as he does.

He has one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on the gear stick.

His hand slides from the gear stick to your upper thigh.

Sliding up higher, and higher.

He starts driving a little faster.

“Ryan, what are you doing..?” You ask, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

He keeps his eyes on the road. “I want to see what’s louder.” He says innocently.

“My car, or my wife?” He says with a huge smirk.