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“If a customer buys something, do you get a commission?” he asked again.

“I….” I opened and closed my mouth. “Yes, I do.”

He nodded. “Alright, I want all the suits.”

My brows rose in shock.

Does he know how much these cost?!

“All ten of them?” I repeated.

His reply was sealed in his silence.

Who the hell is this man?

Chapter 6 – Daniil

Vivian was slowly getting under my skin, wrapping herself around my mind and stone-cold heart. She still made my cock jump today, even without the makeup and fancy clothes she’d been wearing as a model.

I knew I got to her when I teased her; she was uncomfortable, but her body was saying otherwise, trembling like it was begging for my touch.

I was dying to kiss her, to taste that lipstick and see if she was as sweet as I thought she’d be. It took a whole lot of self-control to pull away without giving in to what I really wanted to do.

The return journey home was surprisingly quick, and I found myself seated in the back of the car alongside Andrei.

He had noticed my fascination with the woman at the store, and I could see the understanding in his eyes. Yet, he chose to say nothing, respecting my privacy.

I appreciated his discretion, grateful he didn’t pry or make light of the situation. But the man knew what he knew.

The chauffeur pulled over, and the car came to a stop in my compound. Andrei helped with the door, and I stepped out, adjusting my jacket with a smooth gesture, my movements sleek and refined.

In my head, though, all I could think about was Vivian. No matter how hard I tried to shove the thoughts of her away, she always seemed to find a way to worm right back inside.

The desire for this girl was burning brighter by the minute, and I had no control over it whatsoever. I was losing my mind, struggling to stay sane, but deep down, I was craving Vivian, craving every inch of her body.

Being in such close proximity to her for a while might have triggered this overwhelming feeling of lust that was threatening to consume me. I remembered the scent of her perfume—the look in her eyes when I towered over her despite her above-average height. She’d trembled and shook, and I knew then that she was just as into me as I was into her.

The desire in her eyes had been subtle, and I silently commended her for masking it so well. But the energy coming from her didn’t lie; she wanted me. I saw it in her gaze, felt it when I caressed her face, when my fingers smoothed her hair.

Andrei arranged the suits in my wardrobe.

“Do you need anything else, Boss?” he asked.

“No, that’ll be all.” I took off my tie, making my way to the bathroom.

Maybe a shower could help—or maybe I’d just jerk off to feel a glimpse of what being inside her would actually feel like.

I wanted to fuck her. And I was going to. I didn’t know when or how, but I would.

I heard Andrei shut the door, and his footsteps retreated.

Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, welcoming the warm water as I turned on the faucet. While water cascaded down my head, I grabbed the soap.

I was finally in a safe space to give in to my desires and let my imagination run wild with visions of what I’d love to do to her.

Fuck!

I envisioned her there, in the shower with me, and I was kissing those lips, which I presumed would be soft and taste like cherries. I had her tongue in my mouth, and my hands were all over her frame.

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