RUTHLESS MAFIA'S FEARLESS WIFE
you know what ur problem is..
Amin stood there for a moment, watching her walk to the bathroom with his shirt hanging loosely on her frame. Then he sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. He hadn't expected her to actually sleep through his command or ignore him completely.
He muttered under his breath.
The dinner went smoothly, with Amin's partners complimenting her beauty and grace. Amin just sat there, sipping his wine, his eyes never leaving her. As the night came to an end, he excused both of them, leading her back to the car.
Once inside the car, he turned to face her in the darkness, his tie slightly loosened. For a moment, he just looked at her, her face illuminated by passing streetlights.
Amin
"You did well tonight."
His voice was surprisingly gentle, almost genuine.
He paused, adjusting his seat to face Anabia better.
Amin
"Why do you act like every command I give annoys the hell out of you?"
His eyes studied her face in the dim light.
Amin
"Most women would kill to be in your position."
Anabia
"Your presence is enough to annoy me."
A sharp laugh escaped him, genuine and unexpected. He leaned back against the seat, running a hand through his hair.
Amin
"Fucking hell, you haven't changed one bit."
His tone was a mix of amusement and annoyance.
Amin
"Still got that smart mouth."
The car pulled up to the mansion.
He got out of the car, walking around to open her door. As she stepped out, he caught her hand, stopping her.
Amin
"We're not done talking."
He led her inside, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He closed the door behind her, turning to face her.
Amin
"You know, most wives would at least pretend to like their husbands. Act sweet, be obedient, fucking smile."
He unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his muscular forearms.
Amin
"But you? You act like I'm your enemy."
His eyes bored into hers.
Amin
"Exactly this reaction."
He muttered softly, watching her unreadable expression. He knew women who would fake laugh at this point, throw themselves at him. But she just stood there, silent, those deep eyes unexpressive. He unconsciously loosened his tie more.
Amin
"Am I really that terrible to live with? Is this marriage so fucking horrible?"
Amin voice dropped to a lower tone, almost vulnerable. Without thinking, he stepped closer to Anabia, his signature scent filling the space between her.
Amin
"Or do you just hate me?"
His jaw tightened. He turned away from her, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Her honesty hurts more than he expected. He threw his shirt on the couch, giving her his muscular back.
Amin
"You know what your problem is?"
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