Hiromi Higuruma -11

"Please...please.." Hiromi mumbles, holding onto your leg tightly and looking up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes of his. Your husband, drunk as ever after losing another attorney case, was now on his knees in front of you pleading for whatever reason. He was usually a modest man, never one to lose his cool. But seeing his hazy eyes, gazing up at you with all the affection in the world made a cord snap in your heartstrings. His tie loose and his suit wrinkled, reeking of tequila.