GABRIELLA’S POV.
Here I am, walking beside my billionaire husband who is dressed in his usual well-tailored suit that leaves everyone drooling and at the same time fearful. He moves his hand to the small of my back and I tense at his burning touch even though I am fully clothed in a chiffon white shirt and black knee length skirt with a small bow right on top of the back slit.
“Is this how you all sit and have petty talks on Monday mornings? Monday is the start of the work week and you all pray this company doesn’t get a percent loss, because your asses will either be seated at home jobless for life or you all will be sued and I am sure you all know my words or call it a threat are never empty.” He says in a husky strict manner.
Am I the only one turned on at his strict tones? Haa da
