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“Yes.”
“She’s Russian?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not like in the movies, is it? Where every Russian is some kind of criminal?” she asked, letting out a nervous laugh.
She was so naïve it was fucking adorable.
“As I said, my father-in-law is a powerful man. Although he doesn’t support his daughter’s lifestyle now, his parents do.”
That was a fucking nuisance I didn’t need.
“And, of course, they are very powerful as well,” she concluded. “What are they looking for, anyway? Nothing much interesting happening other than our daily bout of fights.”
I did enjoy those, although I was happy to move past it to the making-up phase.
“That is just that. We are involved in a custody battle where she is trying to discredit me. We have to show that we have a solid marriage. If not, all this effort will go to waste.”
The only effort on my part was keeping my dick in my pants.
She paced next to the bed, making me pause to take her in. I could almost hear the wheels inside her head turning.
“But you said we might?”
“What?”
“You said that your team thinks we might have a spy? So, they are not sure?”
“They are sure, Divya.” I said firmly, “I misspoke. My security team won’t alert me to something like that if they are not sure. We are not discussing this anymore. You are sleeping in this room.”
I turned around and continued unbuttoning my shirt. I really needed to take care of my dick, but it didn’t seem to be on the receiving end of attention today. I needed a cold shower. I bit back my frustration. I was fucking married and the only gift I had got was blue balls.
“Fine.”
What? I stalled with my undressing. I slowly turned around, unwilling to make any sudden movements.
“I’ll sleep in your room.”
Thank fuck.
My cock was elated. “Good.”
“You can sleep on the sofa,” she said while tugging the top sheets out of my bed.
Just like that, she let my blood run cold. This woman was going to be the death of me. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” she gaped. “Well, one of us has to sleep on the sofa.”
“No one has to sleep on the sofa,” I snapped. “You are my wife. We are both going to sleep in the bed.”
“I will not sleep in your bed with you.”
“If you don’t want to sleep, we can play, tesoro mio,” I said softly.
“No! One in the bed and one on the sofa,” she said, indicating them with both her hands like a damn umpire in a tennis match. “And since you are a gentleman, take the sofa.” She smiled sweetly.
I removed my shirt and dropped it on the floor.
