Page 3 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

“Is that a problem?” I ask, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Because if it is, I don’t mind.”

“Not at all she purrs, although I did finish my drink.”

I snap my fingers, and a waitress appears. “Get these two ladies each a cocktail and bring us a round of shooters.”

The waitress disappears as fast as she appeared, and I turn my attention back to the woman I’m talking to. I am vaguely aware that Asher is watching me. Is she jealous? Does she wish it was her I was flirting with? When I glance her way, she’s dancing again with Penny, and they’re laughing about something.

I turn back to the woman and ask, “So, what’s your name?”

“Denise.” She smiles.

I’ve forgotten already, and she’ll just be Baby to me from now on. It’s not like I plan to see her after tonight.

The drinks arrive, and we down our shots, then another, and then another. We continue until I’m not quite sure what’s going on. I signal to my bodyguard that it’s time to go home.

“Is she coming with?” he asks in Russian.

I glance at the woman. “Yeah, hey, baby. You want to come back to my place and really get this party going?”

She gets up and stumbles toward me. I laugh and say, “Take your shoes off, or you’ll break something.”

She obliges, and we walk out of the club, her shoes in her hand. My driver is waiting outside, and I get her into the car and open a bottle of champagne as my driver, Denis, navigates us back to my home. I wonder what Asher is doing tonight. A little jealous streak rises in me, but I distract myself by kissing the woman I’m with.

That’s the last thing I remember.

I wake up and look around. I need to take a leak. I stumble to the bathroom and relieve myself before I wash my hands and splash my face with cool water. I clean up before I go across the room and hit a button, which pulls the curtains open, streaming light inside.

There’s a loud groan from my bed, and I glance over. The woman from last night, I don’t remember her name.

“Get up. You need to get out of here,” I say calmly.

I start to get dressed in my usual suit for work. I can sense she’s sitting up in bed, and I’m not surprised when I hear her feet padding over to me. I feel her arms slide around me from behind, and she murmurs, “Come back to bed. We can have even more fun than last night.”

“No, thank you. My guard will call you a cab.” I brush her off and shrug off her arms. “Get dressed and get going before my patience wears out. You will not like that side of me.”

She looks surprised at my tone and hurries to get dressed. She grabs her shoes and hurries out the door, bumping into Renat, my guard. He nods to me and escorts the woman from my view. I know he’ll be gentle. We don’t want word getting out that I’m that big a bastard.

I finish doing my tie by the time he’s back, and I’m putting on my shoes. “She gone?”

“Yes, boss,” he says.

“Good. Let’s see what we can do about this wife situation.” I say.

“Wife situation boss?”

“Yes, I need one, and I have one in mind, but I need a backup in case she doesn’t agree. Is breakfast ready?” I ask.

“Yes, sir. And Mr. Kervyn Milov called for you to meet him for lunch today to discuss a new place he thinks you might be interested in.” He doubles as my assistant. He has a brain, and I might as well use it.

I finish up and run a hand through my hair, sweeping it back and out of my eyes. I walk out of the room and downstairs for breakfast. As I get there, Renat brings me my newspaper, and I start to eat, starving after the amount of drinking and fucking I did. I vaguely recall the last one, but it was nothing to write home about.

Now Asher.

She would be someone to write home about. She’s sexy, and she knows she’s sexy, so she leans into that. I can just imagine her breasts bouncing as she rides my cock or burying myself in her thick thighs as I eat her up. She would scream my name more than once. I will give her a reason never to say another man’s name in bed again.

I smile at the thought and wonder what she’s doing today. I need a way to see her, to convince her that marrying me is an option. If she can’t be convinced, then I need a way to force her to. Love can come afterward, as proved by my brother.

Penny didn’t love him at first. He basically kidnapped her out of her life and forced her to stay with him. If he can do it, why can’t I? And Kervyn won’t get involved in my affairs. Penny might complain, but Kervyn will get her to stay out of it. What happens in my affairs is between me and Asher.

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