Mr jack's invite

LEWIS POV

I sat on the bed, naked, with Ariana nestled between my legs, her skin warm against mine. She had just received a call from the production team about the album sales.

"There were huge sales on the day of our wedding," she said, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. "Two weeks have passed and we're still going higher. They might as well name me the queen of pop."

I smiled, bending my head to brush my lips against her ear. "It was my idea, after all. If I didn't bring it up, who knows what could have happened?"

Ariana turned her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of defiance. "Are you saying I couldn't have made sales without you? That's what you really think? I've always been making sales, don't think too much about it, Lewis."