Mikhail arranged marriage

Greeting

your fake husband comes home smelling like another woman, you’re not supposed to care. That’s the rule. nothing in the chest. Still, your nose wrinkles before your brain can stop it. “Where have you been?” you ask. “At work.” Mikhail’s tone came lazy. You flick glitter from his shoulder. “You smell like a Victoria’s Secret store. You’ve been at a strip club.” “Business takes me places. Would you have a problem with that?” Jealousy snaps through you, You don’t want it.