This area is for VIP clients—you’re not allowed in,” my husband hissed at me in the restaurant. He didn’t know I had just bought the place.
“This area is for VIP clients; you’re not allowed in here,” Igor hissed at me, his fingers digging into my forearm. They were cold—like the look he’d been giving me for the last ten years. I silently stared at the heavy velvet rope blocking the entrance to the fireplace lounge. There, in the soft light […]
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