ANDREW
I lean in and give her a sweet kiss on the cheek. "That didn't require an excessive amount of effort, did it?"
"You are a control freak," she accuses me of being, and I take offence to that.
That is a moniker that I am free to employ whenever I want. Do you believe that a different kind of man might lead the Chicago Bratva?
She mutters in an annoyed manner, "I don't want to be commanded," which explains her position.
Sabrina, you are wrong; you stated the other night that you thoroughly enjoyed having commands given to you while you were lying in bed.
"Out of bed," she emphasises for the sake of the record.
Because her honesty makes me feel so much better, I've decided to let her continue doing what she's doing even if I won't be there to observe it. My wife, despite the fac
