My Man (18+) ✔️

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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Inessa lay snuggled beneath the covers, her eyes closed, cherishing the comfort of her cozy bed. But Vincent had other plans for the day, and he was determined to get her up and moving.

"Come on, sleepyhead," Vincent teased, gently nudging Inessa's shoulder. "It's time to start the day."

Inessa playfully groaned and pulled the covers tighter around her, pretending to be still fast asleep. "No, five more minutes," she mumbled, her voice filled with mock protest.

Vincent chuckled, undeterred by her resistance. He knew Inessa's playful nature well, and he was ready to match it with his own persistence. He leaned closer, whispering into her ear, "If you don't get up, I might have to resort to drastic measures."

Inessa's eyes fluttered open, curiosity piqued by Vincent's words. "And what might those drastic measures be?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Without warning, Vincent tickled Inessa's side, causing her to burst into laughter. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to escape his playful assault. "Vincent!" she squealed, playfully slapping his arm. "Stop it!"

But Vincent was relentless. He continued his tickling assault, determined to bring Inessa out of her sleepy state. After a few more moments of laughter and playful protests, he finally relented, letting her catch her breath.

Inessa sat up, her hair disheveled and a bright smile on her face. "Fine, you win," she declared, giving Vincent a playful glare. "But I won't forget this."

Vincent grinned, pulling her out of bed and into his embrace. "Trust me, my love, I'm counting on it," he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection.

With their morning antics behind them, Inessa and Vincent prepared to face the day together. They laughed and shared affectionate glances, their playful energy setting the tone for the adventures that lay ahead.

As they stepped out of their bedroom, hand in hand, Inessa couldn't help but be grateful for Vincent's persistence and his ability to bring joy and excitement into their everyday lives. With him by her side, she knew that every day would be filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

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Vincent and Inessa sat on the plush sofa in their elegant living room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains. Inessa's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety as Vincent leaned in, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Inessa," he said, his eyes sparkling, "I have something to tell you. Tonight, we're invited to the most prestigious ball in the world—a gathering of the most influential and powerful figures in the mafia."

Inessa's breath caught in her throat. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and her uneasiness grew. She knew that being in a room with over a million dangerous people could be risky, even for someone as connected as Vincent. She bit her lip, contemplating the potential dangers that lay ahead.

Vincent sensed her unease and reached out to hold her hand, offering reassurance. "I understand your concerns, Inessa, but I promise you, nothing can happen. I have taken every precaution to ensure our safety. Besides, I wouldn't be attending if I thought it was too risky."

Inessa sighed, her anxiety still lingering. She appreciated Vincent's attempts to comfort her, but the weight of the situation continued to bear down on her. With a heavy heart, she mustered the courage to speak her mind.

"Vincent, I love you, and I want to support you. But being surrounded by so many dangerous individuals makes me incredibly uneasy. It's not just about our safety; it's about the uncertainty that hangs in the air."