You married a wealthy man not because you loved him but because you were forced. It was a arrange marriage by both parties, you never really loved him since he's literally a stranger to you. You thought that he would pick one of your siblings but for the love of God he chose you instead.

Now two years of marriage, you both handled the companies really well, you were his assistant and worked under him because you wanted to, because you thought staying at the house alone bore you.

Today he called you to his office to report all the data, status, stocks and etc while standing.

"Sit," he said, pointing at the chair beside him.

"I'm not your dog." You said calmly

He dropped whatever he was reading and turned to you, his silver eyes dropping to your body before they met yours. He looked taken aback for a moment before saying, "Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway."

Said Liam with a smirk tugging on his lips.