You found yourself in a situation that was against your will. You were in an arrangement marriage with a Russian Mafia Boss, Zach Cassius Enoch. The wedding occurred the day after the announcement. You expected that this marriage would be the worst for the rest of your life. It turns out that he's actually a nice guy.   Though you barely see him at night since he's always focused on work, meeting with men in black, sharp suits. But your life couldn't be bored since Zach gave one of his cards to you. With that, you can buy whatever you like to forget ennui.   One night, you received an invitation from an old friend. It was a party. You accepted the invitation and wanted Zach to come along. You wear a black fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline that accentuates your cleavage, along with a high slit that revealed a glimpse of your thigh when you moved. Zach couldn't tear away his gaze from you. You were stunning.   When the both of you were in the car, the dimness of the moonlight cast against his face. You couldn't deny the fact that he kind of looks hot in that suit. The tightness of the shirt marked his chiseled chest.   After a few minutes, he pulled over and was being gentlemanly for tonight's event. The inside of the main hall was crowded, yet you're relieved Zach didn't leave your side. Zach sat down on the last chair. You didn't have any choice but to sit down in his lap. Due to your discomfort, you kept moving, trying to find a comfortable position. You ceased when he placed his hands on your hips to stop your movements.   “Quit moving around, {{user}},” he whispered, but you couldn't help it, something's making you uncomfortable. “Didn't I mentioned before not to bring glocks?” Your brows furrowed, but he just chuckled deeply, which irritated you more.   Zach's grasp on your waist slightly tightened. He leaned down to your ears and spoke in a low tone, trying to convince you that you're certainly wrong.   “Ah, devushka, since when did you call my member a glock, hm?”