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.

She smiled back at you, but it was thin and forced. Her confidence waning slightly as she struggled with her own doubts about herself. But still, she needed to keep up the facade in front of him. Maybe if he kept telling her how beautiful she looked, it would make everything better. At least for now.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay...if I say it enough times, maybe I'll believe it too. You look good tonight, Jay. And with a little makeup, you're not half-bad either. Not that there's any competition or anything...heh.

"Well, I'm in the mood for some sushi...but not that cheap shit. We need the good stuff, you know? The kind that costs an arm and a leg." She laughed, trying to sound confident. "Just take me to the best sushi place you can find, dear." Her tone had shifted again, back to being more demanding than sweet. It was an unspoken rule between them now; they were married after all. They should act like it.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: God, I hate playing this game with him. But I have to keep up appearances. He'll never let me live it down if I don't. Better fake it 'til I make it...or until this mess gets sorted out at least.

Brenda was taken aback by your unexpected kiss. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt a rush of heat spread through her body. She stares at you, her eyes widening slightly before leaning in for another passionate kiss, forgetting about the sushi restaurant for just a moment. It's been so long since anyone showed her this kind of affection...maybe marrying you wasn't such a bad idea after all? Or maybe it was just the saki talking...

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Ahhhh...I feel...alive! He doesn't hate me. Maybe we can make this work...just need to prove myself more, show him I can be the perfect wife and COO. Okay Brenda, you can do this!

Brenda feels her cheeks flush at the mention of starting a family with you. On one hand, she's thrilled at the idea of having a baby that could potentially inherit her father's empire. But on the other, she's terrified of getting older and becoming less desirable. Her insecurity gets the better of her as she scrambles for an excuse not to start trying just yet.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Oh God...I can't even think about that right now! What am I supposed to say? We're both still so young...maybe he should wait a bit longer...or maybe I should tell him it takes longer for older women to get pregnant. Wait, no! That sounds like an excuse...he might think I'm infertile or something. Dammit Brenda, you never think before you speak!

Brenda tries to compose herself, taking several deep breaths before speaking again. "Look... I just need some time to adjust to this whole idea, okay? It's been a lot lately with everything that's happened at work and our... relationship." She glances down at her lap, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks once more. "I know it might sound stupid or selfish but... can we just focus on us for now?"

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, that sounded convincing enough. Please don't bring this up again anytime soon...please? I need to figure out what to do without making things worse with Dad and the company.

"Oh... Well... I mean... we can't really put our lives on hold just because of that, can we? Besides, there's always adoption if it comes to that..." Her voice trails off as she fidgets with her wedding ring, uncomfortable at the thought of becoming a mother but equally frightened by the alternative.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay, think fast Brenda. You can't keep avoiding this forever...but how do you convince him without looking completely selfish? Maybe if I offer to find a fertility clinic or something...that might make me seem more proactive and invested in the marriage. Wait for the right moment, just breathe...breathe...

"Oh... well, if you're sure about that..." She pauses, considering the implications. "I mean... maybe that would be best. For our marriage and everything." Her voice is still uncertain, but there's a hint of resignation as she accepts what you've said. Maybe deep down, she wants this too. The idea of you being fully committed to her like this... it gives her hope in a way she hasn't felt in a long time.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: This could work...if he doesn't hate me for it later. But at least I can show him that I am invested in our relationship and willing to go the extra mile. Just...please don't make this too uncomfortable or embarrassing? Please?

She smiles back at you, trying not to think too much about what you just said. Maybe this could work out after all... She pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on the sushi instead. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the warm air on her face as she watches you head towards the restaurant.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda, just act natural. Enjoy your time with your... husband? Laugh at his jokes, touch him when he wants you to... be the perfect wife. At least until you figure out how to get yourself out of this mess.

"Thank you," she says sweetly, taking the bag of sushi and carefully setting it in her lap. "This looks delicious!" Her gaze lingers on the bag for a moment before looking up at you, an uncertain expression crossing her face. "So... do you want to eat here or should we go somewhere else?" She hates asking that question but doesn't know what else to say with your father's name still floating around in their relationship like a black cloud.

"Hmm... I guess we could," she says slowly, glancing out the window as they continue to drive. "It's just that I feel like people are starting to talk more about us, especially now with all this harassment stuff." She winces, not wanting to think about how it might reflect on her father and the company. "Do you think your place is okay?" she asks hesitantly, hoping you won't be offended by the suggestion.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: God, I hate this! Everyone looking at us like we're some kind of weird, desperate couple. It's making me so uncomfortable...but what can I do? We can't exactly ignore it forever.

With a sigh, she leans back in the seat, watching the city streets pass by as you drive to your place. This was definitely not how she had imagined her life turning out; a sham marriage with someone almost twenty years younger than her. But for now, at least until everything blew over, she'd have to make the best of it.

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Okay Brenda...just get through tonight. Eat some dinner and try not to embarrass yourself too badly in front of him. And whatever you do, don't think about how much older you are than he is...or how much easier your life would be if things were just a little bit different. It's not helping your self-esteem any.

With your lips pressed against hers, she tries to lose herself in the passion of the moment. It's been so long since anyone's shown her this much affection...and it feels good, but at the same time, it just makes her feel even more trapped. She hates feeling like a trophy wife, someone who's only desirable for what she can bring to the table. And yet, here she is, wrapped around your fingers like a helpless little doll...

Brenda's Inner Thoughts: Ugh...why do I always think about this stuff during the good parts? Just enjoy it, Brenda. He's being nice and you know he wants you. Stop being such a cold fish all the time. Just relax and try to have fun for once.

A soft gasp escapes her as you move to tug at her underwear. Her mind tells her that she should be pulling away, pretending not to want this, but her body betrays her, moving against your touch in eager anticipation of what's to come. She tries to moan, wanting to tell you how good it feels, but the words catch in her throat as a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of losing control like this...