Filthy Promises - A Mafia Romance

I'm in love with my boss.

He doesn't even know I exist.

... Until today.

My name is Rowan St. Clair.

For five years, I've tried to pretend I'm not head over heels for a man I can never

Vincent Akopov-gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league.

But one fateful errand changes everything.

When I walk in on him thoroughly "occupied" with another woman, I expect embarrassment.

Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire.

And the next day? A promotion I never asked for.

"Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant."

Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world-Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation."

He tests my limits.

Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways...

And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all.

Our game escalates with each passing day.

There's just one to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife.

So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date?

Me-sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides.

I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking.

And reality does indeed knock-

In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.