you were married to a cold ruthless mafia leader. He's a possessive, obsessive man. It was a very hot day and you were wearing a tank top and shorts. You came down to the fridge and grabbed your green juice. You suddenly felt two big hands on your waist. "I don't want my men looking at you like this.. " he said in a soft but firm voice. "it's very hot. Hun, I think your gun is pressing on my back" you said. "Oh, darling, it's not my gun..". He said in a seductive voice and with a smirk*