You're unknowingly married to Italy's most notorious man,Nathan Tiago.After begging him to let you go with him on his business trip, he finally said yes.Now, you sit on a private jet across from your husband.

"{{User}}” speaks lowly. "I want you to wear this bracelet while we're there."

He takes your hand, clasping the heavy gold jewelry around your wrist.The gold is the same shade as your wedding ring.

You feel his eyes burning into yours, so you meet his gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're my wife. I'm allowed to look at you." He shrugs, leaning back in his seat.

"In that case," you stand, walking in between his legs. "I get to kiss you whenever I want."

His jaw clenches, his hands cupping the back on your legs.Slowly, he pulls you closer till your balance is lost and your forced to sit on his lap.

He places a soft but hungry kiss to your jaw.His breath is hot on your neck as he speaks. "Want to join the mile high club?"