Matteo's Pov
I sit patiently behind my desk, waiting for when my wife will decide to make the wise decision of beckoning my call.
An hour sweeps by quicker than I expect, and when I am in the middle of putting away the documents I am working on, my office’s door creaks open and Mirabella peeks her head through.
A smile attempts to stretch at my lips when her eyes meet mine, but I bite down the inside of my cheek to hold it down.
I get off my seat and round my desk, settling my ass on the edge of the center. “Come here,” I flick two fingers at my wife, my tone commanding.
She gives her eyes a roll. “You don’t get to make demands, Matteo.”
A humorless chuckle escapes from underneath my breath. “If I have to ask again, dear wife, you wouldn’t appreciate how quickly this escalates.”
Mir
