The Possessive Mafia King (English)
Anne Larsthis wasn't my plantell me we weren't just friendsi gave him ten years, he gave my place to his first lovei wrote to you everyday for a year
I helped him put it on, along with his boxers and baggy black sweatpants.
“Are you okay now?” he asked in his deep voice, still cautious.
I paused, thinking, then shook my head.
“I’m hungry. I want something spicy today,” I said. His eyebrow arched slightly.
“You don’t like spicy food,” he pointed out. But my tongue was craving spicy.
“I’m starving, and I want extra spicy Korean food—like tteokbokki and yukgaejang,” I said, practically drooling.
“Honey, let’s go out. I need Korean spicy food,” I told him.
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