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When we arrive home, I go to kiss her goodnight. She turns her cheek toward me, and as my lips brush over her warm skin I hear the softest moan escape her, but she goes straight to her own room afterward, politely wishing I sleep well and closing the door.

I sigh in frustration as I make my way to my bedroom alone.

The next day, and in the days that follow, I make sure to have lunch and dinner with her every chance I get, but nothing seems to change between us. Nothing except the heavy sexual tension that continues to build in me.

Her body brushes against mine and electricity shoots through me. She pauses as I press her against the kitchen counter when I reach past her to pick up the cutlery, and I know she feels it as well, so why is she resisting everything? Her body is tight against mine, and just for a moment, she pushes her hips toward me, and the fire between us increases. Then she moves away, pretending to reach for the plates.

“I’ll take these through,” she says as she walks away from me, leaving me with my cock pressing against my pants.

I close my eyes and take a slow breath, then pick up the cutlery and follow her out onto the patio where we plan to eat tonight.

“The sunset is quite beautiful tonight,” I say, but my eyes are on her, noticing how the glowing light reflects on her hair and shines like precious stones in her eyes.

She nods. “It is very pretty.” Beneath the table, my legs are touching hers, and my body is begging me to take her.

We eat dinner quietly as I wonder how, exactly, I am going to break through the guarded barriers that she has up around herself. I won’t find out anything about her, or her family, at this rate. And even though I know she feels this tension as well, I doubt she will let me share her bed anytime soon.

I keep glancing over at her, flashes of our wedding night playing through my mind. She enjoyed it, every moment of it, I know she did. She must think of it, too.

Her eyes lock with mine, and the intensity of her stare, the way her gaze drops to my lips, tells me I am right.

Sex with her was incredible.

I have to feel her again.

I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

Chapter 8 - Chiara

Maxim holds the door open for me as I step out of the car. We've arrived at his brother Paval's house for his daughter’s birthday party.

Maxim holds out his arm and I slip my arm through his as we walk into the house.

I thought it was going to be packed with people, but it is a very intimate event, with just his brothers, their wives and their children. It is a family event.

My heart beats a little faster when I realize this means I am going to have to interact with all of them, and I won’t be able to withdraw or hide as I have been doing for the past few weeks around Maxim.

Paval walks over to us and immediately hugs Maxim, patting him hard on the back and welcoming us both into his home. He holds out his arm towards me, and I step closer for an awkward half-hug. “It’s so good to see you again, Chiara. It’s lovely to have you here.”

A little girl rushes past us, straight into me, wrapping her arms around my leg.

I glance down in fright, tensing up, until I see that it is my little flower girl. I kneel down in front of her.

“Hello,” I say with a big smile, and she puts her arms around my neck.

“You are the lady in the pretty dress,” she grins.

“You remember me?”

“It’s my birthday,” she shouts loudly instead of replying, squealing with excitement. Then she bolts off into the garden, toward the other kids.

“That’s my daughter, Leanna.”

“She is gorgeous, how old is she today?”

“Four. Come on in, let’s go and say hello to everyone."

We follow Paval in the same direction that the little birthday girl ran, and I feel even tenser as I step out onto the patio and find myself surrounded by his family.

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