My mafia boyfriend said thirty was too old. His twenty-year-old side chick called me his assistant. Cute. I quit both unpaid positions. Now I’m building a life he can’t buy—and he’s discovering that “I own this city” isn’t a love language. Neither is showing up with a wedding dress five years too late.
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About The Don's Sheltered Girlfriend
My mafia boyfriend said thirty was too old. His twenty-year-old side chick called me his assistant. Cute. I quit both unpaid positions. Now I’m building a life he can’t buy—and he’s discovering that “I own this city” isn’t a love language. Neither is showing up with a wedding dress five years too late.
