Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

“Your Mr. perfect is here,” Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

“Go away, Rebecca,” I replied smiling.

“Alright, alright,” Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

“And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?” He asked, the moment I got to him.

“Hectic as usual.”

“You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?” He teased, taking my handbag.

“Not in this world,” I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

“Here, let me help you get in,” he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

“I know I have not been much of a good hus