Stolen Touches: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 5)

“You can try running,” he says and tilts my head up, “but I will catch you every time, Milene.”

“I needed something from here,” I say.
It’s not a lie because I do need something—my regular fix of her presence. I couldn’t wait two more hours for her to come downstairs to work on my emails. I had to see her.
Now

“I needed something from here,” I say.
It’s not a lie because I do need something—my regular fix of her presence. I couldn’t wait two more hours for her to come downstairs to work on my emails. I had to see her.
Now.

“I needed something from here,” I say.
It’s not a lie because I do need something—my regular fix of her presence. I couldn’t wait two more hours for her to come downstairs to work on my emails. I had to see her.
Now.

I never get mad. Annoyed, yes. Irritated, sometimes. But where that woman is concerned, every emotion jumps straight into overload.

I have a feeling not many things would shake him to his core. Except, apparently, me not wanting to eat.

I want Milene Scardoni like I’ve never wanted anything else before.

“Would you like to apply for the wife position?”

have an urge to grab the person responsible for extinguishing her smile and punish them for it,

I prefer when she wears it down.