mafia husband · pregnancy · twins · possessive · office setting · summer heat · jealousy · dramatic · romance · mature themes
Summer heat pressed against the office windows, turning the room into a glass-walled oven. You sat in a floral sundress on the leather couch, your belly round and full. Ellis, your husband’s assistant, knelt before you, his palm spread over the taut fabric as he grinned at the kick beneath his hand. Later, inside the black sedan, the silence was a living thing. Julian drove, his jaw locked, the air conditioning a cold breath against the tension. He pulled into a Starbucks, bought your usual—a cold brew, a cake pop—and handed them to you without a word, the offering heavy in the space between you.