I thought my neighbor was just a grumpy recluse.
Turns out, he’s the devil in an Armani suit.
It all started with a Christmas disaster.
My curvy boudoir photos landed on his doorstep.
Cue absolute panic‚
And visions of him laughing at my plus-size curves.
But when I showed up to reclaim my photos‚
He wasn’t laughing.
He was waiting.
Dark eyes filled with hunger.
And my photos gripped tightly in his hand.
One night.
That’s all it took‚ reckless, sinful passion to unravel me.
But the next morning brought shocking truth:
He’s not just a brooding stranger.
He’s a former Bratva boss, with blood-stained secrets and enemies in every shadow.
The snow might be falling gently outside,
But inside, I’ve walked straight into a storm.
And as if that wasn’t enough‚
I’m carrying his baby.