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I wondered what kind of past Jenna had; I guessed she must have been the reserved type, especially since she’d been untouched. I was thrilled that I was the first man to touch her.

My thoughts drifted back to our wedding night when I’d had her right under my skin. The way she’d reacted to my touches, the sounds she made when I touched her, how fragile she’d felt in my arms, and how soft her lips had felt against mine. I couldn’t help but think about the look in her eyes as she looked up at me with those clear green eyes.

A soft thud on my desk returned my attention to the fact that I’d drifted out of reality again. I looked up to see Timur staring at me with raised eyebrows.

“You keep drifting away from the conversation. Seems like you have other, more important things in mind.” He smirked.

A scoff escaped my lips. There was no way whatever I had in mind was more important than my business.

The conversation moved from trying to source ways to get Daniel more active and discuss some enemies that needed to be “taken care of.” I hadn’t been contributing anything because, apparently, I had not been following. I’d let the thought of a green-eyed woman completely take over my whole being.

It had been three weeks since the wedding and the first sexual experience with my bride, three weeks of sharing my space with a woman. For some unknown reason, I found myself being unable to get her out of my mind. I thought about her at any given time and any opportunity.

I was sure that whatever it was that kept bringing her thoughts to my head, it wasn’t love. I was incapable of love. Words such as love and affection should not even exist in my vocabulary.

However, that first night had refused to leave my head—maybe because I hadn’t had a chance to have sex with her again since then.

I swallowed hard when I thought of her and how I would like to handle her body once I got back home again.

I’d shifted my work to New York recently, so I was apart from her for a long time plus the fact that I had so many enemies to take care of—like the ones who dared to attack me on my wedding day. All these things conspired to keep me away from her.

But from my seat in the office, where I was supposed to be talking business, I was already making plans and thinking of ways I would like to violate her body once I got the chance.

The next time Timur snapped his fingers in my face, my lips spread into a smile before I reached out for the bottle of vodka I’d pushed away earlier.

If only he knew the things that dwelled in the deepest part of my mind.

Chapter 11 - Jenna

I stepped down in a pretty black dress that barely touched my knees. Feliks was there waiting for me. He’d watched me while I walked down the stairs, and I enjoyed the moment.

I stood in front of Feliks, and he took me in, from my head down to my toes, then gradually looked up to me again. He gulped.

He was impressed. He seemed captivated by the way I looked. I could tell from the way he could not take his eyes off me.

Does he find me pretty?

He turned around and began to walk out. Or maybe he couldn’t stand to look at me. I blinked twice as I quickly ran after him, that he was leaving me behind.

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The car pulled up at the parking lot, and the driver hurried to open the door and let Feliks and I get out of the car.

Feliks led me to the gathering. It was a social gathering often held among high society in New York.

My heart was racing, and I didn’t know why. I was nervous being around so many influential people at once.

I looked toward Feliks, and even though he wore a stern expression, having him by my side added to my confidence. I cast my eyes around the gathering. There were a few tables with people seated at them as they talked and laughed in hushed tones.

I could also see a few others standing in different parts of the room. A few people hugged each other while some drank and ate, and others were just talking.

The place was so lively, and everyone had something to do.

I kept looking around until I saw my father and his family. I was a little taken aback when I saw them.

“We can go meet your family,” Feliks told me.

It was as if he had read my mind. I could tell that Feliks thought I got along with my family. If only he knew that I didn’t care about meeting them. I would rather spend the whole evening with him alone.

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