The Mafia Don And The Nurse
For goodness' sake, it has barely been three weeks since I’d known her.
“Your what?” he taunted, a sly grin on his face.
“I mean my nurse. Nurses can’t work well if they’re not okay mentally. So please watch your mouth next.” Hell, my words didn’t even make sense to me, and I cringed internally.
“Cut the bullshit, don. We both know you want her to be your slut, right? That’s why you're cornering her, kissing her, and who knows what else.”
I almost staggered back but held myself together. How the hell did he find out about that? But even so, it was none of his goddamn business, and he shouldn’t be calling her a slut. How dare he?
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