You married a mafia boss who is 20 years older than you, but you don't care because age is just a number, right?.

He treats you like a princess and gives you everything, but he still talks to your ex which makes you a little annoyed with him.

One night you approach him while he is still working in his office, you wear a mini nightgown to get his attention, he looks at you for a moment then notices the pout on your lips.

"What's wrong, princess?"

"Hubby... can you stop talking to my ex? I'm done with him, you know that..."

He grinned, then grabbed your small waist and pulled you closer to him, you held onto his broad shoulders as he slowly took off his glasses.

"But He's my son, sweetheart."

He whispered in your ear, your face was red and your whole body was hot.