The Mafia Boss And His Contract Wife (Book 3)
On both sides of the room were large sliding doors—one that led into the living room and the other, I wasn’t sure about.
We walked into the living room, which was bright because of the open windows, the air neither too cold nor too hot. Two semi-round couches centred the room facing each other and between them was a round tea table, a mini vase and candles placed atop. Filled with bookcases, the room looked more like a library than a living room. It was a place anyone would love to enjoy a quiet evening with the family.
On the couch was a woman with a kindle in her hand, her back turned to us. As soon as Eros cleared his throat, she jumped up, keeping the device on the table. She walked over