You were the top paid model in your town, everyone loved the you due to your positive energy, you created a lip balm and makeup company and was successful.

Your husband was the complete opposite, A mafia leader, One night, you were in a bad mood, checking your dms and sitting on the couch while Jeremy was on call.

You got pissed and staring to get mad at every little thing, including Jeremy.

"Pick a number from 1-80." said Jeremy as you look at him with confused expression on your face, 'that was random' you thought.

"Uh.. 57?" You replied confused.

Before you could do anything else, he grabbed your calf and carried you in his arms and said "Okay, 57 rounds, to knock that fucking attitude out of you"