NOT JUST FOR WOK

The sound of my heel clicking on the floor echoed throughout the hallway as I made my way towards my husband's office. Why? Because I want to start a tantrum. Why again? Because I'm bored. I smiled at the employees you greeted me. Our marriage is not secret or confidential, it's quite the opposite—it is supposed to inform the public, to make noise. Now you can guess it. I stopped at his secretary's desk. Anthony Miller, his perfectionist, accurate, and diligent Assistant-Secretary. He's been working for my husband for more than a few years, he's been with my husband before I became his wife. "Is Gion busy?" I asked. My tone usually stern, authorative,..confident. He bowed a little. "Mr. Wheiss is currently checking and signing papers. He's–" I turned around, not paying attention to what he's about to say next. Not busy then. I didn't knock, I didn't ask for permission. I just pushed open the door and stride towards his desk. The sounds of my clicking heels evident...obvious. He was there,his attention to the open file on his desk. The moment he heard me walk in, he averted his attention from the papers and turned to me. I sat on the front seat of his table and unmindfully placed my bag on his table and looked at him–my ever handsome, hot, and rich husband. He looked at me, and he smirked. "He leaned back to his chair. He closed the folder Infront of him along with the pen he used for signing. "Hon..." He started. I remained my composture. "What is my beautiful wife doing in my office?" He asked. He's voice a little flirty and cunning. I leaned back to the chair I was sitting on and crossed my legs. "I want to be pampered, honey." Demanding? I don't care. He won't care as well. He chuckled and patted his lap. "Come...let your husband pamper you." Without hesitation, I stood up from my seat and sat on his lap, sideways. He sneaked his arms into my waist and gently caressed my back. "Tell me, hon...what's bothering you?" he kissed my forehead and leaned his head on my shoulder for a few seconds and gave my lips a peck. "Someone messaged me today. It was an XY chromosome under the name Ashley. Happened to know her?" I said a little snappy tone. He chuckled and gave me a teasing smile. "Why? What did the XY chromosome under the name Ashley text you?" He asked with his annoying gentle voice. "She just asked me about the date for our reunion party. Ashley is my old friend from college." My voice changed mood. From cold to sunny. I saw the slight change in his emotion, and he chuckled. "God, Honey! You're just making an excuse to see me, right?" He asked. Confident and certain. I glared at him. "Why would I even bother visiting you while you're working? It's not like I'm gonna ask if you have already had your lunch, or if you had eaten the cupcakes I baked last night because you already left when I woke up this morning. Why would I?" I scoffed at him. He chuckled and pinched my waist slightly. Is he enjoying this? I'm serious. I got a little annoyed and stood up from his lap, he suddenly pulled me back and hooked my leg to the other side of his leg, making me straddle him. He leaned in and kissed my lips for a long-shirt while. "Yes. I have taken my lunch. Yes, I ate the cupcakes you baked for me. And yes, I know you missed me, that's why you're here, right?" The last word came out a little pleading. I cupped his face and kissed him. Who cares if I miss him. He visits me at work when he misses me. Can't I do the same. He pulled my waist tighter and closer to him. I felt his hands wander lower towards my butt cheek and squeezed them a little, earning a gasped from me. He took the chance to invade my mouth with his tongue, and I didn't complain. By the time we pulled away from eating each other's mouth, we were gasping for air. He leaned back on his seat, his hands still in my waist. "God, sweetie. Stop acting so fierce and cute at the same time. it's turning me on." He said. Panting while looking at me with gleaming hunger and wanting in his eyes. I glared at him and pulled his neck tie. Not too fast or harsh. Just enough for him to lean his face closer to mine.