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“I will just quickly fix something for us to eat,” I said, attempting to get out of bed. That was when I noticed that I was still naked from last night. I shrugged and looked around nervously before finding a shirt on the nearby couch. I hurriedly reached out and slipped it on, only to look back and notice him staring at me in amusement.

I shrugged it off and went to leave the bedroom; that was when the real struggle came. I discovered I couldn’t walk properly because I felt sore between my legs.

My face flushed at that thought, especially since I knew he was watching me the whole time.

Once again, his lips curled into another smile, and with a swift hand movement, he pulled me back to the bed.

“I think you are better off here for now.”

After he’d successfully trapped me in the bed, he reached out for his phone and dialed a number. From his words, I realized he was talking to his housekeeper.

“Send breakfast to my room.”

Chapter 10 - Feliks

I was sitting in my office, trying to go through some documents on my laptop and replying to some emails, when my door was pushed open. Without looking, I already knew who it was. Only one person would dare barge into my office like that without bothering to knock.

I slowly lifted my gaze from my computer to meet Timur, standing by the door holding some documents.

“Are you coming in or not?” I asked him jokingly.

He smirked before walking into my office, and without being offered a seat, he pulled out the available chair in front of my desk and made himself comfortable.

I scoffed and shook my head.

Out of all the people, Timur was the only person who, to an extent, didn’t act awkward or terrified whenever he was with me. He tended to display a form of comfort with me—even though, occasionally, I might get out of control and go off on him. However, I found talking to him easier than anyone else.

“You have anything to drink around here?” he asked, looking around the office. His eyes finally landed on a bottle of vodka on the shelf. He stood up to get it.

“Do you have anything for me?” I asked him when he returned with the bottle.

He arranged the stalks of papers he had come with in front of me before he poured a generous amount of vodka into his glass and pushed the bottle to me.

“I have so much to do that I need to stay sober,” I muttered, pushing the bottle back to him before I began going through the papers he’d dropped in front of me.

“Business is dwindling these days. It’s not that bad, but I believe it could be better,” Timur said after taking a long, generous gulp from his glass as he watched me go through the papers.

I didn’t respond; I leaned back on my chair and stared into space for a while.

I stroked my jaw. “We need to strategize, find a way to get things going once again.”

Timur ran his hand over his head a few times before he got the courage to say what he had in mind. “How about Daniel? We should be able to use him to our advantage, right? Isn’t that why you were forced to marry his daughter?”

I gulped when Timur mentioned Jenna, subtly bringing my thoughts in her direction. A picture of her suddenly appeared in my head, and I found myself fantasizing about her right there.

I was only brought back to reality when I heard Timur’s fingers snapping in front of my face. “Don’t tell me you haven’t communicated with him regarding this matter.” He eyed me suspiciously.

I cleared my throat and leaned forward again. My hand moved swiftly to my computer to check my email for the message I’d been waiting for. However, just like it had been all along, there was no response.

“About that—I’ve sent in a few proposals, but he isn’t as responsive as expected. He’s always been slow in carrying out activities.”

Timur raised his brows high enough that his forehead wrinkled. “Really? Seeing that his daughter is involved, I thought the opposite would be true. Does he not care about his daughter at all?”

I chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything; instead, I looked out the window, which overlooked the main road.

When I got bored in my office, I would stand over my window and look out at the city, watching all the cars speeding past. The view was always so beautiful, especially at night.

Now that I had the time to think about it—and now that Timur had mentioned it—I thought of the fact that Daniel easily switched Jenna with his other daughter. He must have known what it would be like to get married to a man like me. It was as if he favored one daughter over the other...

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