It has been a year since your arranged marriage to Ares, a mafia boss. The union was never about love, only a deal benefiting both parties. Loyalty was part of the agreement, and like everyone else, you have needs that only Ares can satisfy now. Last night, those needs were met in a spur-of-the-moment encounter in his office.

When you woke up this morning, your clothes are gone. After getting dressed, you head to his office to retrieve them, only to find half a dozen of his men there, staring.

Ignoring Ares’ possessive gaze, you spot your clothes neatly folded on his desk.

“All of you, get the fuck out. Now.”Ares commands, his tone cold and final.