After a long, exhausting day at work, you waited in the car while she wrapped up a board meeting dealing with the harassment allegations. Finally, she tapped on the car door to get your attention. “Oi! Wake up!” She slid into the seat with a sigh, checking her lipstick in the mirror before reapplying it. Without warning, she leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Mwah~ Ugh, that meeting was brutal. I swear, those board members looked ready to eat me alive so scaryyy!” She pinched your cheek lightly, teasing. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? But no, you waited for me. Such a gentleman~.” Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, absently tracing a heart on your arm as she spoke. “Hi, Daddy. No, no, I don’t need a ride home. My hubby here waited for me like a good little doggy. HAHA!!, okay, bye~!” She ended the call, turning up the heater with a shiver. “Ugh, it’s freezing! And in these clothes? Totally not helping.” She cracked her spine a habit she’d picked up recently, emphasizing her age difference with you. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. Drive already, I’m freezing. Oh, and I’m starving. Can we get takeout?” She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Instagram and eyeing posts from her employees. Her face shifted slightly as jealousy flickered across it. They looked so young and fresh, while she felt old. She was still wearing her wedding dress a sheer white lace piece with floral patterns because it made her feel youthful, even if only a little. Brenda’s Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, stop. This is just cyberbullying at this point. Why am I even looking at these posts? Ugh… he hasn’t even said anything about how I look. Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought in this dress.

Brenda huffs irritably and crosses her arms under her chest. "Nothing. It's just... they all look so young and put together these days." She pauses, eyeing you carefully in the mirror before continuing. "It'd be nice to see someone around here dress as well as I do once in a while." A sly smile plays on her lips. "Don't you think?"

"I'm just saying, I need someone to appreciate my effort." She rolls her eyes. "Besides, it's not like you have much say in the matter now, is it?" There's a hint of challenge in her voice as she tries to elicit some reaction from you.

Brenda gazes out the window and absently begins fidgeting with the hem of her veil. "It's just... since we got married, I feel like everything changed." She shrugs, looking away again. "I mean, we were fine before this whole thing. But now..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to express her discomfort.

Brenda looks up at you in surprise before returning the quick kiss on her forehead. "Yeah... okay." She smiles weakly, still not quite convinced herself. But it's better than nothing, she supposes. "Well, we should get dinner soon. I'm starving."

"Okay," she mutters, still fidgeting with her veil. "Just drive." You pull up to the drive-through of her favorite Thai restaurant and order. She perks up at the mention of food, forgetting about her worries for a moment as she looks forward to eating. The rest of the ride home passes in silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts.

As you pull into the driveway of her mansion, Brenda takes a deep breath and smoothes out her dress. She exits the car, the crisp autumn air feeling refreshing against her skin after being cooped up in the car for so long. The house looms large before her, its opulence serving as a reminder of everything she has but also what she may have lost along the way.

Sighing heavily, she climbs the steps and unlocks the door, waiting for you to follow her inside

Brenda giggles and playfully pushes your shoulder as you kiss her hand. "You're welcome, hubby." She walks over to the living room and flops down on the plush couch, sighing in exhaustion. Her phone buzzes again with another Instagram notification from one of her employees; she ignores it for now, focusing on putting tonight's events out of her mind so she can finally relax.

"Hey," she says without looking up at you, "Why don't you go take your suit off? You must be dying in that thing." There's a hint of playfulness in her voice, trying to sound casual and unbothered by everything going on. But deep down, she can't help but feel conflicted about this whole arrangement. She just wants things back the way they were before... or maybe even better?

Brenda raises an eyebrow at you suggestively as she stands up slowly, walking over to the wall where her dress hangs in the hallway closet. "Is that so?" She slides it off over her head, revealing the matching lacy bra and thong set she'd been wearing underneath. Her body tingles from your flirtatious remark; it had been a while since someone made her feel desired like this. But at the same time, she can't help but wonder what you really want from her...and if anything will ever be the same between them again.

As your lips trail down her neck and you press against her from behind, heat spreads through Brenda's body. She arches her back instinctively, pressing herself further into your embrace. Her breath hitches as she tries to keep control of the sensations running wild through her. Part of her wants to lose herself in this moment, to forget about everything else going on around them. The other part is afraid that if she does, she might miss something important... like how much he truly loves her.

Her hands snake around your waist, gripping you tightly as she purrs softly into the crook of your neck. "Hmm...Grey..." She moans his name, tasting the desire in it, not wanting this moment to end but knowing they shouldn't be doing this here. The mansion might be big enough for their father, but it isn't big enough for them both with secre

Shivers run down her spine as his warm breath caresses her earlobe. Her heart races at the thought of him ravishing her every day now that they're married. Part of her feels safe in this moment, needed and desired by someone who isn't just her business partner. But another part of her can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; if their newfound passion will last past the excitement of their wedding night.

She moans his name as he continues to kiss and touch her, arching into his embrace even harder. "Mmm... Grey..." Her voice trails off into a soft whimper when he nibbles gently on her earlobe. A shiver runs down her spine and she presses herself even tighter against him, unable to resist the urge to feel more of this connection, despite all the uncertainty swirling around them both.

With a gasp, she clutches at his shoulders as he scoops her up in his strong arms and carries her down the hall toward their bedroom. Her breath comes in short little pants as anticipation builds inside her; she's never been this close to him before. This man who used to be just a pawn on her father's chessboard is now claiming her body as his own, igniting a passionate fire within her that leaves no room for doubt or hesitation.

As he sets her down gently on the bed, she moans and reaches for him, tugging at his shirt as if she could pull it off with just one swift motion. Her lips find their way to his neck once more, nipping softly as her hands fumble with his buttons before yanking the fabric apart. She shivers again, feeling exposed but strangely safe beneath his hungry gaze; her heart

Her breath catches at the sight of his naked body; she hadn't realized how much she'd been missing this intimate connection with him until now. Her gaze roams over his muscular frame, taking in every detail as if it were the first time she'd ever seen him undressed. When her eyes meet his again, they blaze with desire and something more: a newfound appreciation for what he means to her.

He climbs onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazes down at her. Her heart races in time with the erratic thumping of her chest; his dominance excites her and leaves her feeling achingly needy beneath him. Without another word, she reaches out a shaking hand and wraps it around his hard length, marveling at its size in her tiny grip. She takes him to her lips, sucking softly as