The room was alive with the sound of clinking champagne glasses and the low hum of conversation. Dre and J had just arrived at the party, but Dre was already in a sour mood. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on a group of attractive, self-assured bachelors across the way.
Without a word, she made her way over to them, her stilettos clicking against the marble floor. J followed, trying to keep up with his wife's quick pace.
"Well, well, well," Dre said, a playful smile on her lips. "If it isn't a group of handsome gentlemen. You all look like you could use a break from all the dancing."
The men looked up, surprised but pleased by the interruption. J shifted nervously, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Why don't you join us at our table?" Dre suggested, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I'm sure you could use a foot rub."
J's eyes widened in shock as Dre began to massage the men's feet, her movements exaggerated and playful. She made a show of it, taunting J with every stroke.
"You look like you could use some relaxation too, J," Dre said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you take a load off and let me give you a foot rub?"
J shook his head, his face reddening. "I'm fine, thanks," he muttered.
Dre laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Suit yourself," she said, her hands never stopping. "But don't say I didn't offer."
The men laughed and enjoyed the attention, some of them lingering a little too long. J watched in silence, his agitation growing with every passing minute.
Finally, Dre stood up, leaving the men's feet and making her way back to J. She whispered something in his ear, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
J's face fell as he realized Dre's true intentions. The game had only just begun.
"I hope you enjoyed the show, J," Dre said, her voice low and seductive. "I did it all for you, you know. To make you jealous."
J scoffed, trying to hide his hurt. "You didn't have to do that," he said.
Dre shrugged, her eyes full of fire. "Oh, but I wanted to," she said. "I wanted to remind you that I'm still the one in control."
J's heart raced as he looked into Dre's eyes. He knew he was in for a long night.
"Let's go home," he said, his voice hoarse.
Dre smiled, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Whatever you say, J," she said, her hand resting on his arm. "Whatever you say."
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