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

“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.

“You said you were going to leave me. Until I manage to forget that, Milene, I’m not letting you out of my reach.
”

I turn my head rapidly to face her, pinning her with my stare. She takes a step back, but I know it was unconsciously done. Everyone does it. Except Milene. She usually juts her chin up. Or smirks.