Page 16 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

“Get dressed,” I say, trying to force a smile. “We’re going shopping.”

She blinks. “Shopping? Really?”

I nod. “You need clothes, and I thought you might enjoy getting out of the penthouse for a while.”

A smile breaks across her face, and I’m struck by how beautiful she is when she’s happy. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Kiril.”

“Be ready in an hour. We’ll have breakfast first.”

I leave her to get ready, heading to my own room to dress. An hour later, we’re seated at the dining table, Elena fussing over us as she serves a hearty breakfast. “You two have fun today,” she says, patting Felicity’s shoulder. “And don’t let him rush you, dear. Take your time and enjoy yourself.”

Felicity smiles up at her. “I will, Elena. Thank you.”

As we finish eating, I notice Felicity fidgeting with her napkin. “Is something wrong?”

She looks up, biting her lip. “I was just wondering about the money. I don’t have much savings, and…”

I cut her off. “Don’t worry about money. Use my credit card. Get whatever you want.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

My eyes widen. I’ve never had to convince a woman to use my money before. How refreshing. “I’m sure. Go crazy if you want to. You’re my wife now, so what’s mine is yours.”

She nods, a touch of excitement flashing across her face. “Thank you, Kiril. I appreciate it.”

We head out, Viktor and another guard following at a discreet distance. I take Felicity to Fifth Avenue, watching her excitement grow with each designer boutique.

“Where should we start?” she asks, looking overwhelmed by the choices.

I guide her into one of the high-end stores, looking over my shoulder for any sign of threats. “Let’s start here. You can pick out anything you like, but you must show me first so that I can see. I’d love a little fashion show from you.”

Her cheeks burn a delightful shade of red, but she doesn’t protest. I’m learning that she loves the attention and praise, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

For the next few hours, I follow as Felicity flits from store to store, trying on clothes and accessories. Her initial hesitation fades, replaced by genuine enjoyment. She models outfits for me, seeking my opinion, and I’m enjoying the experience more than I expected, even with the looming threat of our enemies.

In one boutique, she emerges from the dressing room in a form-fitting dress that accentuates her generous curves. My breath catches in my throat, when I see her.

“What do you think?” she asks, twirling for me.

“It’s perfect,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend. “We’ll take it.”

As the day progresses, Felicity becomes more relaxed around me. She laughs at my dry comments about some of the moreoutrageous fashion choices, and I’m smiling more than I have in years.

We stop for lunch at a small café, and she animatedly describes her favorite purchases. She’s clearly still excited, and I want to see her like this more often. After lunch, we head to one last store, a high-end lingerie boutique.

Felicity hesitates at the entrance. “Is this necessary?” she asks, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

I move closer close, brushing my lips against her ear. “Indulge me, darling.”

She shivers but nods, allowing me to guide her inside. Truthfully, I need to take things to the next level with her or I know she’ll sink all the way back into her usual shyness, denying me the true pleasures of being her husband. The one night we had together stains my mind in a way that can’t be forgotten. I need her again, but she needs to be warmed up first.

A saleswoman greets us as we walk in, and I instruct her to help Felicity find some suitable sets.

As Felicity disappears into the dressing room, I settle into a chair outside, waiting. A few minutes later, her voice calls out, “Kiril? Can you come here for a moment?”

I stand, moving to the dressing room door. “Is everything all right?”

“I... I’m not sure about this set. Can you give me your opinion?”

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