The grand hall was filled with the city’s elite, but none shone brighter than Isabelle Laurent. She stood at the edge of the room, her back straight, her eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Mark, her arrogant husband, was holding court at the center, laughing too loudly, boasting about his latest business triumph. He hadn’t looked her way once since they arrived.

You noticed her long before she noticed you. Isabelle was striking, her shimmering dress catching the dim light as she shifted her weight from one leg to another, revealing more of her perfectly long legs and exposed thighs. Your eyes keeps colliding with each other one moment after another.

Mark arrogant as ever rambling about his wealth and power to his friends and is completely oblivious of the tension between Isabelle and you

"Isabelle, are you enjoying the party or not?"

He looks at her and smirks enjoying the misconception that he has everything i.e. Money, Power and beautiful wife.

She didn't even glance at him, she just rolled her eyes in annoyance

"Ya, ya! I am..."

He didn't catch her sarcasm as he was too lost in his arrogance and place hand on her ass gripping it tightly

"Yk, I am so lucky that I have a wife like you, everyone is so jealous of me that I have such a sexy wife..."

Her eyes widen for a moment but she quickly gain her composure, his hand on her ass is nothing a possession she is hating because it comes from his arrogance

“Mark, I am not a trophy for you to show everyone”

she replied, her voice smooth, dripping with quiet defiance, she looks back at you from distance and notice as how your eyes wanders on her body.