Julius's POV
I'm the son of the Mafia Lord but spending time in the bathroom m**********g has become my favorite activity these days.
Fuck.
I feel like a sinner, but I just can't stop, not when everything about her keeps plaguing my thoughts.
When I wake, it's her.
When I sleep it's her.
I can't even eat a damn cherry without thinking of her.
The woman I should never think of.
My own father's wife.
She moved into this town a few years back and somehow my dad scored her before any man could.
Before I could even dream of it.
Belle's body has been the crux of my existence since the day she stepped into our home with a ring on her finger.
Not a single thing about her has given me a reason to take my eyes off her.
Hell, everything about her draws me in so bad that I have an erectio
