Miguel loved it when more than 60,000 people in the football stands scream his name with pride. The most successful footballer of his time, he is a legend even by the age of 29. Arrogant, Selfish, Narcissist, Rude and Uncouth, he is the favourite of papparazzis and a terrible reality as far as football critics are concerned. At the peak of his career, he enters the world of Italian Football with a record fee. His life was never the same again. Alexander Almaraz, the name that brings the continent to its knees, is the most powerful Mafia Lord there is. The cold-blooded man is known for his callous and violent nature. He also owns a football club in which he was least interested in but still keeps it because it was family owned. That is until he sees Miguel Endrizzi play football for his club.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"