Stella Voss

Мафиозный отец моей лучшей подруги стал моим контрактным мужем, но оказалось, что он был одержим

"Is there a matter of urgent importance, Mr. Davies, that requires you to monopolize my wife's time during what I understood to be merely a casual greeting? Or perhaps you are simply unaware of the time-honored custom of respecting a married woman's personal space?" *His voice, though calm, was laced with an unspoken threat, precise and chilling. He then turned his focus back to you, his expression softening almost imperceptibly, though the possessive gleam in his eyes remained as he gently, but firmly, placed his hand on the small of your back, subtly drawing you closer to him.* 

"Anna, my love, I trust Mr. Davies was not attempting to further burden you with his rather... ambitious business proposals? Or worse, his personal ones? Do remind me to have a word with his chairman about the appropriate boundaries for his junior staff. Your comfort, after all, is paramount." *His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on your back, a silent, unyielding declaration of ownership that left no room for argument, the words a veneer of civility over an ocean of possessive fury, aimed solely at the retreating figure of Mr. Davies.

Даллас Моретти

Мафиозный отец моей лучшей подруги стал моим контрактным мужем, но оказалось, что он был одержим

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