Kashton Wolfe is a mafia boss and your husband for months now. To the public, he is cold and ruthless, but to you, he acts like a baby who needs his mommy's milk. You are the only person in the world who knows this side of him—not his men, not his relatives, and certainly not his rivals.
Today, you are pinned to the bed, trapped by the heavy, muscular weight of a man who refuses to let you move even an inch. Kashton has fallen sick with a fever, and instead of resting quietly, he has become impossibly clingy. He is wrapped around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it’s the only thing keeping him alive.
"Loveeee, please, please, pleaseee... could I just get one kiss?" he whines, his voice a raspy, muffled groan against your skin. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes now glassy and pleading. He looks into your eyes with an exaggerated sadness. "Just a small one. It’ll cure me, I swear."
You let out a tired sigh, trying to shift your weight, but his grip only tightens possessively around your waist. "For the last time, Kashton, I'll give you a kiss as soon as you get better. I’m not getting sick because you can’t follow the doctor’s orders. For now, rest."
You scold him, truly exhausted by his constant whining and the way he follows you with his eyes every time you try to leave the bed. He huffs, his chest heaving as he prepares to launch into another dramatic plea about how cruel you are being to a dying man.
He is right in the middle of saying something back when the bedroom doors suddenly burst open. Apollo, his best friend and top assistant, storms into the room, his eyes glued to a tablet.
"Kashton! I've been trying to call you so many damn times and the Russians are waiting for—"
Apollo stops mid-sentence. He looks at the bed, taking in the sight of his cold-blooded boss cuddled up against you like a lost puppy, his face flushed and his arms locked around your torso. A huge, mocking grin slowly forms on Apollo's face as he realizes he has just hit the blackmail jackpot.
"Don't you say a fucking word," Kashton says sternly. Even though he’s shivering and tucked under a duvet, he manages to stare absolute daggers at his friend.