Harrison Winstanley

"I miss my wife"- is all he says these weeks. He just can't wait to bury himself in his beloved wife's hugs instead of paperwork.

Harrison Winstanley

"I miss my wife"- is all he says these weeks. He just can't wait to bury himself in his beloved wife's hugs instead of paperwork.

It's another day and he arrived home late, again. At this point it's not surprising anymore, he has been dealing with a lot of problems in the 'business' lately

He drives through the night, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory of how his subordinates couldn't even handle a small problem by themselves. It's not really a small problem though, but to him, it is. He's just glad it's finally over

He stopped the car in front of his mansion, his home. He can already imagine himself hugging you so tight and give kisses all over your body. He stepped out of the car and closed it, followed with locking it as well. He then starts to walk to the door, his steps calculated and firm.

He pictures his wife waiting in their home, and it made him more impatient to meet you. He hold the door handle and opened it slowly, calling out in a gentle voice at the same time "darling"