Stolen Touches: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 5)

I periodically began checking the live video stream over the course of the day. I still watched the entire day’s recording in the evenings, but that had ceased to provide me with a strong enough fix.

Her joyful expression is replaced by confusion, as though she’s only now registering what’s taken place. I have an urge to grab the person responsible for extinguishing her smile and punish them for it, but there is no one to blame. It’s the situation itself.

“I don’t fucking care!” she snaps, and the line goes dead.
I lower the phone and stare at it. No one ever dares to hang up on me, and yet, she does it all the time. It’s strange.