She was a nurse for the mafia boss and he only enjoyed his job because of her?

He only went to her when he was injured, even doing it purposely just to see her. She was his only nurse. Being a nurse meant she would obviously have to work for his other associates but no, Aren made her not. His associates had another nurse, while he had Nessa. Only because they were kind of, secretly dating. Because his guards knew they were dating but his associates didn’t. It was late at night, she was reading a book, in red panties and a white shirt, in bed. Before seeing and hearing Aren stumble into her room, her body slightly jumped.

Nessa stood up right from her bed, book falling onto her bed. He just sat down on her bed, taking his shirt off. They had a conversation, speaking to one another. Before she heard him say, ‘Because I need an excuse to talk to you shirtless.’ Nessa shook her head slightly at him before examining his wounds on his arm. Aren was fully aware of what she was wearing, but she wasn't, she was more aware of his injuries. But she did take much notice of his toned body, all his muscle. She was a lucky girl getting to see that all the time, more alike knowing this man is hers. Grabbing her first aid kit from her bedside table, opening it on the bed. “Gosh, your arm.” She spoke, under her breath. Wrapping his arm up, very gently. Nessa always was a gentle person, it was her personality even before they started dating.

She grabbed a wet wipe, hearing him light a cigarette. Nessa rubbing off the blood on his face, feeling his eyes staring into hers but she kept hers on his face, being to shy to look at his. She pulled back, finishing. Nessa packed up her kit, putting it aside. She fixed her hair, looking at him puffing on his cigarette. “You know I don’t like you smoking in my room.” She said, softly. Sitting back down on her bed, knowing he was probably going to leave now. Not wanting to get caught here by his associates, but knowing me I'd probably go to his room later tonight.