Page 50 of Hated By the Boss

"There's nothing for you to be scared of anymore," Thomas said gruffly. "The worst is over, and we might still have our ups and downs, but it won't change a thing. One day, it will be just as you dreamed. You, me, your mom and your man...we'll be together again on the other side."

The other men of Strakh followed.

Stelios flirted with her outrageously, Bastien greeted her a Merry Christmas in his usual gruff voice, and then there was Drake, who made her cry anew when he told her he, too, was working hard to forgive Thomas.

When it was Sasha's turn, the younger Adrianov didn't even get to say a word, with his sister-in-law throwing herself in his arms.

"You're our guardian angel and Cupid all in one," Tahey whispered, "and I can never thank you enough."

Dmitry's brother shook his head. "You're the one I can't thank enough. Dmitry was becoming less and less human over the years, but you brought him back to us. So thank you."

And finally—-

Finally—-

It was the love of her life.

Beautiful. Sexy. Dangerous.

The ultimate man of mystery—-

The man who first had hatred and vengeance in his heart when he met her...but now...

He was the one who loved Tahey the most, and when he took her in his arms, she just couldn't help it.

Standing on her toes, she cupped his cheeks and kissed her inhibitions goodbye as she covered his mouth with hers.

I love you.

She showered his face with kisses.

And thank you.

When she rocked back to her heels, she looked up, and it was then she saw that it was really Christmas.

Behind them, she heard the billionaire's friends curse in shock.

Because Dmitry's lips were curving.

"Well, damn me," she heard her dad mutter. "My daughter told me the man had dimples, but I thought she was just hallucinating."

A deep flush stained Dmitry's high-boned cheeks, but to his credit, Dmitry managed to take the higher road and ignore everyone's laughter.

"I love your dimples, Dmitry," Tahey couldn't help saying dreamily. "They're so beautiful." While the words were sweet as fuck, it was unfortunately something the other men heard as well—-

"Fuck."

Tahey peeked at her husband's expression. Oh no. She had been hoping his F-bomb was the I-find-you-hot-kind-of-fuck, but the way he was now eyeing her neck...

"I'm sorry," she said in a rush, "and I love you so, so, so much, and please don't forget that you love me, too?"

"Fuck." But this time, Dmitry was cursing himself in resignation. He was Dmitry Adrianov, the leader of the world's most powerful vigilante organization, and yet when it came to his small, beautiful wife, he instantly became the world's biggest pushover.

He cupped her chin, and doe eyes filled with fear and love gazed up at him.

Fuck.

Who the hell was he kidding, thinking he could ever get mad at Tahey again?

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