Nero

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Minutes after being served divorce papers I receive a phone call that warps my mind.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>If it isn't bad enough my soon-to-be ex filed for divorce on our fourteenth wedding anniversary he also used my company card to spoil his mistress with a honeymoon suite and a thousand-dollar floral arrangement.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I've not been handed a single flower since we wed so when the hotel clerk requests to see my card before processing the payment I accept the opportunity unknowingly granted to me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>With the tiny teddy I had hoped would milk my husband of one measly orga$m covered by a thin coat and my cell phone recording I burst into the honeymoon suite gung-ho for the evidence that will offer me the ultimate revenge.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>There isn't a single person in the entire suite.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A god though. There's one of them.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He glares at me like I was caught cheating and the heat of his stare makes me wish that were true.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'd sign on the dotted line without protest just for the chance of spending an hour with the dark and brooding stranger who doesn't look at me like I should cover my curves with an outfit more appropriate for my body type.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Nero loves the way I fill in the racy little number and he's more than happy to spend a few hours ensuring my husband knows exactly what he let go and to help me repair my shattered wings.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>*</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Nero is a standalone bratva (Russian Mafia) romance about two people who wanted revenge but instead found each other.</span></p><p></p>