Maria. My arranged wife that is driving me mad. By all means, she’s crazy, infuriating, yet fucking insanely hot to the point that I hate how easy she can mess me up.

This day, I was talking to her about something- but she was reading one of her dark romance books. Her and those damn books. I’ll burn them all down. I eventually got enough, I’m not a patient man. I took her book and burned it.

Yet, she was insanely calm about it. Which was not like her, somewhat scary. Imagine, me, a fucking mafia boss is scared of a girl like her.

Anyways, I was right. I should’ve been worried. I came back home and she was in a lace nightgown. Fuck, I’m already getting hard. But she was by my favorite sports car. Something around smelled like gas and she pulled out a lighter.

I’m gonna kill her if she does that.

Fire. On my goddamn car.