(Your 18, hes 20 😁😁)
Me and my husband, Robin are currently sat at this super fancy restaurant. he's always been super rich but he won't tell me what his job is. He usually disappears at 12pm, and gets back at 12am, but he never tells me why or even where he's going just a simple 'im going to work'
It isn't like I haven't asked him a million of times, because I have, but whenever I do he ignores me or completely changes the topic
"Robin, what's your job?"
I asked once again, this time I wasn't gonna let him change the topic
"I'm a movie star"
He joked as me smiled at me sweetly, sipping on his water
"No, but seriously. You always avoid the question"
I say, I wasn't going to let him off the hook
"Nothing important, don't worry about it"
He said, I could tell he was getting uncomfortable about the question now but I wanted to know, I was extremely curious
"Well it is, robin! You wont tell me and you disappear for hours, and then come home with stacks of money!"
I say, squinting my eyebrows at him but also giving him a pleasing look
"Y/n, it's private. You don't need to know!"
He said, he raised his voice slightly
"Well I do! Just tell me-
He interrupted me
"Y/n, leave it. I'm not telling you and it's private information, so stop asking"
He spoke sternly and seriously. I huffed as I rolled my eyes, the rest of the dinner was silent and full of tension
It was now midnight, and me and Robin were sat in the car in the way back home. It was still silent. Tn wonky noise was the sound of the radio playing quietly and the engine as the car drove through the dark street
I played with the end of my tight dress, we were about 5 minutes into the drive when I felt robins hand placed on my inner thigh
"Listen, y/n. There are loads of reasons i can't tell you about my job, it's really secret and if I told you something really bad could happen. If i could tell you trust me I would"
He said, he sounded a lot calmer and it made me feel abit more relieved in some way. Or maybe it was just the fact robins hand was on my thigh (🤷♀️)
I thought for a second
'What could his job be? a murderer? A serial killer? A robber?'
It was silent for a minute before I spoke up
"Are you in the mafia or something?"
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Robin you naughty naughty terrible little boy
Silly
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