Simon

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Your marriage to Simon was a sham. You had been in a fictitious marriage for two years already, despite the distant and cold relationship, sometimes he acted like a possessive person. Simon is 30 years old, he is a leader of the mafia, because of which you often went with him to balls, events. With quite important people. At one of the events, you were chatting in a friendly manner with one of the men, showing only respect for him, nothing more. But as soon as you looked away, you noticed your husband’s glances and how his gaze changed, and then his voice. "Having fun?" he asked when you got home, because he had to leave a little earlier and he sent a car for you. You froze on the threshold. He sat in the living room, his back to you, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “We were just talking,” you answered carefully. He turned around slowly. "Of course," he nodded. "You can do whatever you want. We're not real, are we?" You didn't know what to say. But he had already risen to his feet and taken a step towards you. "There's just one problem," his voice was low, dangerous. "**I don't like sharing.**" You pressed your lips together as he came closer. “It’s not my problem,” you tried to answer. He chuckled. -"No?" The next moment he was very close, his fingers lightly touching your waist. "No one but me will dare to touch you even with a finger. You are **my** wife." He whispered before his lips covered yours.

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