“Track Valentina, and let me know if she goes somewhere, like shopping, a restaurant, anywhere that she’s going to spend time. I want to check her out,” I say, looking out the window.
“What if you don’t like them,” Czar asks, raising his brow.
Czar always plays devil's advocate with me and helps me check other perspectives on the issues.
But on this, I’m positive it’s the way to go. Da, it’s a great opportunity because I don’t have time to seek out a bride; it would be close to impossible with my schedule.
“Brat, are you serious? Most women are okay; few are totally unattractive, but I need her, so if she’s decent, I’ll marry her. Of course, I want to check out both of them,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“Da, that makes sense. It would be easier if the girl you marry knows about the lifestyle,” Czar says, nodding.
“I think that I have all of the information on Valentina Conti,” Anatoly yells.
“Send me all of it. Let me see,” I say, pushing off my chair.
“Da, I sent you the file.”
“Good.”
I walk around the table and stand behind Anatoly to look at the monitor. Czar, of course, couldn’t resist checking out Valentina Conti.
I stare at the breathtaking, beautiful Valentina Conti. She’s a natural beauty with an oval face and perfectly proportioned features with brown wavy hair. Her olive skin looks smooth, so soft that I want to run my fingers over it. She has a small, straight nose, huge crystal clear blue eyes with long lashes, andsinful pouty lips. Those lips have me thinking of all sorts of depravity.
Da, I’m going to ruin her.
My fucking cock swells, and I grind my molars. It’s a fucking photo, and the girl has me so damn turned on.
Fuck!
“Wow,” Czar hums, staring at her.
My gut twists, and I don’t fucking like Czar making comments.
“Brat, remember she’s going to me, my wife, so fucking keep your thoughts to yourself,” I hiss, glaring at him.
“Damn, Brat, you don’t even know her, and you’re acting all caveman,” Czar scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t fucking care,” I growl, leaning closer to look into her eyes.
“Do you want me to make an appointment with Conti,” Anatoly asks.
“Yes, do it.”
“Hell, you’re going after her,” Czar hums, looking at me.
“Da, so get me her location and if she leaves her house. If possible, get me any phone numbers that she calls. Especially if it’s a man,” I growl, resting my hands on my waist.
The thought of her having a man in her life makes my blood boil. Now I’m being fucking stupid, suka. I’ve only known about her for about thirty minutes, and I’m acting way out of character.
Fuck!
“Da, it would take me a few minutes. But from what I’ve read, Valentina has been sheltered. She went to an all-girls boarding school since she was eleven, graduated, and has been living with Conti and closely monitored. She only goes out with her cousin Mia, the other niece that Conti wants to marry off,” Anatoly says, looking at the other girl.
I look at her, and she is pretty, but something about Valentina has fucking worked up.
“Hell yes, Mia is beautiful,” Czar says, smiling.
“Well, if you have a good reason to marry her, then I will discuss that with Conti,” I say, crossing my arms and raising my brow.
