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I hope she won’t run off screaming upon seeing me, because I will be chasing.
My poor baby! Give yourself some more credit!
The woman I’ve been obsessing about for months steps inside the room, and I feel my breath leave my lungs. I knew she was beautiful, but seeing her this close and in person . . . I was so wrong. She’s not just beautiful, that word is too plain. Wearing the long white dress that flows over her body and ends in a short train, she is breathtaking.
You go baby! Go get your girl!
my wife.
My husband
I couldn’t find coffee in the kitchen. My name is Bianca, and I am a caffeine addict.
Girl, SAME!!
Actually, I find
my husband extremely handsome, so physically, I have no complaints whatsoever.
“Now, let’s clear up a few things,” Mikhail says. “You touch my wife again, in any way, I cut off your hand. I hear you speak badly about her, I cut out your tongue. You dare to even think about hitting her ever again, I cut off your head. Am I clear, Bruno?”
He wanted me to spy on the Bratva for him. I declined. Well, it’s nothing I wasn’t already expecting. “Why did you decline?” She raises one eyebrow, types again, and gives me the phone. I am not suicidal. “Wise decision.”
Denis opens the car door for me and rushes to get my bags from the back seat. I try to take them from him, but he hastily moves them out of my reach. “No. Boss would kill me.”
The neural pathways in my brain must have snapped and rearranged themselves, because in that instant, I decide I’m done. My issues with skin contact can go fuck themselves. I grab Bianca’s hand, pull her to my side, and wrap my arm around her. Not close enough. She’s not close enough. I tighten my arm around her and stand with her back plastered to my front. The pressure in my chest eases. That will do. I don’t need a shrink to interpret my actions. When a man has already lost all he’s held dear, it’s normal for him to become slightly unhinged and scared it may happen again.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers in my ear.
He crosses his arms, places his fist over his mouth, shakes his head, and then bursts out laughing. It’s rich and throaty, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so beautiful when he laughs.
“Ty luch solntsa v pasmurnyy den’, Bianca,” he says into my lips, kisses me again, and slowly lowers me to the ground.
“Roby asked to kiss me today and I said okay. He kissed me on the cheek. I’ll tell him to kiss me on my mouth tomorrow.” My head snaps up. I turn on my heel, stride toward the kitchen where Lena is watching Sisi prepare lunch, and crouch in front of my daughter. “No kissing boys, Lena. You’re too young for that.” “I am not. I am going to marry Roby,”
Oooo I sense daddy isn’t very happy…
Even with the crazy thing on, my wife is heart-stoppingly beautiful.
“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”
I am screaming! The fact that this is what people see when he looks at her makes my heart burst!
I’m scrolling through my phone when I feel a hand land on my waist. I squeeze the handles of my bag and turn around, ready to smash the idiot in his head with it, but I find Mikhail standing before me. “I guess I should announce myself next time, or risk bodily harm.” His mouth curves up slightly.
A huge man in his sixties, wearing a white apron and standing in front of the stove, is motioning to the black smoke billowing out of the oven and shouting at the girl on the other side of the kitchen island. Behind him, another girl is hitting his back with a rag. And in the corner, an older woman with short gray hair is yelling at the cook while threatening him with a spoon dripping with sauce.
This is pure chaos and I absolutely love it!
I don’t care if I first met him only a month ago. I don’t care our marriage was arranged as a business deal without my say in the matter. I. Don’t. Care. He’s mine, and I’ll fight anything and anyone who tries to keep him from me, even if it’s Mikhail himself.
“Because I am in love with you. Every part of you. Your grumpy personality included. Fucking deal with it.”
