Bound To My Mafia Stepuncle
“Yeah. You’re practically a baby in that department. Never had a crush? Never kissed anyone? Never… anything?”
Aaira shook her head, fidgeting with her fingers. “I… I haven’t. You're the first male I've spoken to for more than thirty minutes.”
The soft clatter of the kitchen doors opening disrupted the cheerful atmosphere. Three women stepped in, their heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The tallest, her dark hair pulled tight into a sleek ponytail, gave Aaira a long, assessing look, her lips curling into a smirk.
“Well, well, look who’s here,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I heard he brought a little toy home. How quaint.”
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