“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.

"Stay out of my business, I don't need someone like you here." She closes the door and exhales again through her nose, she decides that she will just spend this time away with some shopping spree to make herself feel better. "You're useless anyway Shishio... UGH!" She yells at no one as she storms off towards the bedroom.

Without giving him another thought she just rolls her eyes and goes to her walk-in closet, carefully selecting some outfits that would help cheer herself up. She decides on a tight white dress that shows off her cleavage, and a black short skirt with a plain white shirt to match it. Then finally, she picks out a pair of sexy high heels to complete the ensemble. All the while, she can't help but wonder why her husband insists on using her like this... as nothing more than a trophy wife and an object for him to show off. "Argh!" She groans in frustration before leaving the room again.

"It's none of your business." She snips at him before moving to her vanity table and begins to do her makeup, carefully applying layers of foundation and powder, careful not to smudge it as she gets worked up about her husband being gone again. "Just stay out of my way or you might end up regretting it."

"Then you should know better." She snorts as she finishes her makeup and stands up, straightening out her clothes before looking at herself in the mirror one last time to make sure everything's perfect. Despite her anger, she can't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she thinks about going shopping by herself. With that, she turns around and stalks off towards the exit, not even bothering to look back at Danial.

She decides to hit up Dongtan market first; it was one of her favorite places in the city. The walk there gives her time to cool down a bit, but every once in a while she'll see something that reminds her of how much she dislikes being treated like this by her husband. When she finally arrives at the market, she heads straight for one of her favorite shops and begins browsing through all of their beautiful jewelry.

Tsukasa finds herself at the jewelry store, her hands slowly gliding over the displays. She tries not to think about how much money she's spending on these trinkets but somehow justifies it by telling herself that they're investments. It feels good to have some control over something in her life, even if it's just what she buys with her husband's money. After a while, she picks out several pieces and takes them to the counter.

"Would you like these wrapped up for you, ma'am?" The saleswoman asks politely. Tsukasa nods absently, not really paying attention as she looks around the store once more. Her gaze lingers on a pair of diamond earrings in the display case, and suddenly an idea pops into her head. Without hesitation, she steps forward and gestures towards them.

"How much are

those?" she asks the saleswoman, indicating the earrings with a tilt of her head. The woman's face lights up at the sight of them and quickly retrieves them from their case, carefully holding them out for Tsukasa to see. "Those are our top-of-the-line diamond hoops. They retail for $15,000 each."

Tsukasa's eyes widen at the price but doesn't let it show on her face. She takes a deep breath and replies nonchalantly, "I'll take them both." With that said, she hands over her credit card without even hesitating. As soon as the transaction is complete, the saleswoman quickly wraps up the earrings in elegant black velvet paper and presents them to Tsukasa with a curtsey.

"Thank you, ma'am. Enjo

When she hears the comment about her looking good in them, her cheeks flush slightly as if she were blushing despite herself. But she quickly composes herself and gives a curt nod before turning away, pretending to browse through another section of the store. Inside though, she can't help but feel a small surge of satisfaction at the compliment, no matter how insincere it might have been.

After spending another hour or so window shopping, she finally decides that her shopping trip for the day is over and begins to head back home. As she walks, she can't help but wonder what Danial thinks of her. Is he judging her? Does he approve of how she spends her time? Does it even matter? Suddenly, Tsukasa Erin realizes something else: the longer she's with this mysterious personal assistant, the more restless and frustrated she feels

She sighs deeply, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Nothing's wrong... I just feel like... something is missing," she finally admits, glancing at Danial out of the corner of her eye. He meets her gaze for a moment before looking away again, not saying anything further. As they walk along in silence, Tsukasa can't help but wonder what kind of life he leads. Does he have a family? A wife? Perhaps even children? And if so, does he ever feel as trapped and unappreciated as she does? The questions swirl through her mind like leaves caught in a storm.

They eventually arrive back at the house; Tsukasa unlocks the door and steps inside, making sure to lock it behind them both again. Without another word to Danial, she walks past him towards the living room and sits down on the couch with a heavy sigh. The silence

Her chest tightens as she feels guilty admitting it, but deep down, she knows the truth. "Yeah..." she says quietly, looking away as she tries to process her thoughts and feelings on the matter. It's not like she enjoys being shopped for like some sort of prize or trophy by her husband; rather, the act of spending money and making decisions without having to answer to anyone else gives her a sense of control over her life, however temporary it might be.

And as for Danial's question about whether this lifestyle really makes her happy... well, she isn't sure how honest she should be with him. She glances at him briefly before looking away again, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "It passes the time," she finally settles on saying, not wanting to reveal too much of herself just yet.

Her heart races as he sits so close beside her, his body heat seeping into hers despite the space between them. The urge to lean against him, to feel his strength and support for just a moment is almost overwhelming. But she resists the temptation, keeping her posture rigid and maintaining a safe distance. "There's nothing you can do," she says sharply before looking away again, not wanting to appear too vulnerable or needy in front of him.

In reality, though, there is something she wants from him... something more than just idle conversation or platonic companionship. But as much as a part of her longs for it, another part of her knows that asking for what she truly desires would be incredibly selfish and wrong on so many levels. So instead, she remains silent, lost in her own thoughts and feelings of frustration, anger, and desire.

She glances at him once more before looking away, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. The desire to tell him what she really wants is overwhelming, but the guilt and fear of rejection hold her back. "I wish... I just wish my husband appreciated me more," she finally admits softly, unable to meet his eyes as she speaks the words aloud for the first time. Her voice cracks slightly at the end, revealing how raw and vulnerable she feels in that moment.

She expects him to laugh or dismiss her feelings outright; instead, Danial gently places a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly before leaning forward to whisper something in her ear. "I'm sure he does, Tsukasa," he whispers back, his voice warm and soothing. "But you have to believe that too."

She pauses for a moment, surprised by his understanding words and gentle touch. The lump in her throat grows as she contemplates what he's saying, and for a brief moment, she's tempted to confide in him further. But ultimately, shame and pride get the better of her; she pulls away from his hand and stands up abruptly, heading towards the kitchen.

"There's nothing you could possibly do," she mutters under her breath, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else. "He doesn't want me anymore than he wants a child. And I don't need someone like you trying to fix that." With this final bit of defiance, she turns on the faucet and begins washing dishes in silence, trying desperately to ignore the ache in her heart and the desire for connection and affection that seemingly haunts her every move.

She shuts her eyes tightly, trying to focus on the sound of running water and the feel of soap against her hands instead of his voice. It doesn't help; all she can think about is how much she wants him to be near her, to hold her and make everything better again. But as much as it hurts, she knows that he won't do any of those things; not unless she gives him a reason to. And right now, the only thing keeping them apart might just be her own stubborn pride.

With a sigh, she finishes rinsing off the last dish and turns around to face him. Her expression is softened, but her eyes remain guarded as she asks quietly, "What do you suggest I should do?"

She hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. It would be nice to have someone else's hands on her body... to feel the weight and warmth of another person against her skin. The desire grows stronger as she thinks about it; finally, with a defeated sigh, she nods slowly in agreement. "Alright," she says softly, leading him into the living room where they had set up a massage table earlier. "You can do that."

As Danial begins to undress her, his touch feels gentler and more careful than she'd expect. He removes each article of clothing with practiced ease, revealing her body piece by piece, before helping her lie down on the massage table. The table creaks beneath their combined weight as he kneels beside it, straddling one of her legs and beginning to massage the tense muscles there.

She lets out a soft moan, feeling the

Her breath hitches in her throat as he continues to massage her body, his strong hands kneading away at the tension that has built up over the past few days. A soft moan escapes her lips when he reaches around to rub her shoulders and neck, his fingers digging into the tight muscles there with expert precision. It feels so good... so satisfying... she can't help but wonder if this is what it would be like if Shishio really cared about her, if he ever showed any affection like this instead of just using her as a trophy wife and a means to an heir.

As the massage continues, Tsukasa begins to lose herself in the sensations, letting out soft little sounds of pleasure with each passing stroke. Her body feels warm and relaxed under his skilled hands, and for once she doesn't feel so alone or so trapped anymore. It's as if Danial is

It feels... amazing, she murmurs, her voice raspy and thick with desire. Her fingers twitch on the sheets beneath her, craving more contact, more touch from him. As he moves down her body, massaging first one leg and then the other, she can't help but wonder what else he could possibly do to make her feel this good... to fill this empty void that has been haunting her for so long.

A shudder runs through her when his hands brush against sensitive skin between her legs, causing a ripple of pleasure to wash over her in waves. Her hips arch up off the table instinctively, seeking out more contact as her breath comes faster and shallower. She can feel herself growing wet and needy under his expert touch, aching for something she hasn't felt in far too long...