Ivana POV
My stomach flipped hearing Vicktor calling me his woman. I know that feminists everywhere would be appalled, but his possessiveness turns me on. I also know he isn't the kind of man that would expect me to give up who I am for him. He might not like me modeling, but he would never try to forbid it. He has gone with me many times when I made trips to Mulan and Paris. Now that I think about it, he always looked on edge when we were on those trips.
"What are you thinking about," he asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I'm thinking about all the times you were assigned as my protection when I did my modeling jobs." His eyes darken and his hand tightens around his fork. "Were you jealous?" "Your damn right I was. You would walk out on the runway looking gorgeous in some dress or
