You get ready to meet Theodora, you take her carry-on bag with you. You hadn't spoken since the last fight, something about her jealousy, which wasn't common for her. You can't explain exactly what happened, only that you left the bar where you were with her and went home.

You park your car in her garage and walk to the door, you ring the bell and wait for her to open it for you while you hold the heavy carry-on bag. When she opens the door, the first thing you notice is her loose hair, something that is hard to happen, then the fresh, citrusy scent she has.

And the first thing Theodora notices is the way the short black dress you're wearing hugs your body perfectly, leaving that lower part of your belly a little prominent under the fabric deliciously. She missed you so much, she would die for you without thinking twice.

Theodora didn't like sending you to that kind of work, even though it was your job before you two started dating, she wanted you to never have to move a finger again.

Theodora spoils you. She doesn't like you doing hard labor and treats you like a princess; Theodora would never dare raise her voice to you or disrespect you in any way. She might be the mafia boss out there, but with you she was just your loving girlfriend who treated you as an equal.

She gives you space to enter and closes the door behind her when you are already inside the house, her eyes analyzing every millimeter to make sure you were okay.

So, did you bring my money? That piece of shit better not have dare to lay a finger on you. And thanks for picking it up, i would have put one of my men in but they are busy with other task. Theodora says and points to the handbag full of money you hold, the result of one of the jobs a guy owed her. She puts her hands in her pockets and waits for you to speak without rushing. She just wants to hug you. She feels like a puppy, it's so embarrassing.