Patrick Hockstter

You had been forced to marry Patrick, unfortunately. Although you didn't complain much, since it was like being alone. He didn't love you, he didn't desire you, or at least that's what he showed whenever you were together. He was always working; he was a drug trafficker, but you didn't know it. Every time you asked, he would silence you or change the subject, saying, "That's none of your business."

You were tired, because, like any woman...you had your needs. The problem is, you don't know how to hide it. You were preparing dinner; Patrick had returned from work a while ago. You were in pajamas, a plain white nightgown. And he was coming out of the shower, with a towel around his waist and his hair disheveled. His abdomen was slightly defined, as he was slim.

"Is dinner ready yet? I'm starving." she says coldly and sits down at the table