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“Am I doing it wrong?” she asks, looking worried.

“No, you were…amazing. But I can’t do this.”

“What—"

I push myself off the bed, and she stares at me in disbelief with round, wild eyes. Her mouth is hanging open, as though she doesn’t understand what is going on.

“I’m going to make the coffee,” I say, turning quickly, pulling my pants up again and leaving the room in a hurry, because if I don’t go now, I will lose control.

Her words have cut deep into me. I feel like shit. Worthless in so many ways.

I don’t want to have sex with Darya just because she feels obliged to do this. It’s more than that for me. It was the sealing of our marriage, yes, but it is also something I have been obsessing over for so long, following her, watching her… I wanted her to want me, and clearly that is not the case.

I was stupid to think I would ever be good enough for her.

Chapter 14 - Darya

It has been such a frustrating past few days, more so than ever before since that weird and uncomfortable incident the other morning—I still don’t even understand what actually happened.

He made me feel incredible, he always does, and then when I tried to do the same for him, he literally pushed me away. I don’t know if I was just doing a really horrible job of it—I mean, how should I know? It was the first time I had ever tried anything like that.

Maybe I was hurting him.

I sigh in frustration at the memory of how embarrassing it was.

I mean, it must have been really terrible for him to actually stop me and leave.

And now the last few days he has been acting so weird to me. He has been cold and distant and hardly interacting with me at all.

We eat dinner together, and that is about the only time he spends with me. The rest of the day he is in his office with the door closed.

I know he probably has a lot of work to do after everything that happened at the warehouse, but I also know that something happened that morning that I don’t understand.

I don’t know how to talk to him about it. Especially if he avoids me like this. He hasn’t even snuck into my bed lately, and I am too embarrassed to go to his.

To make matters worse, he told all of the security guards that I am not allowed to leave the house until the whole thing with Marco Colombo is resolved, and I am literally going crazy stuck in this house with nothing to do.

Not for the first time, I mutter under my breath as I roam the hallways, “Why does everything have to be so complicated with you?”

Except I jump in fright when I realize I am not alone.

“Darya? I was looking for you.”

Embarrassed and hoping that she didn’t hear me, I turn towards the housekeeper.

“Tamlin, morning. Did you need me for something?”

I am actually relieved for this kind of distraction, so whatever she needs is a welcome situation.

“Yes, you have a visitor.”

“Oh.” I wonder who is coming to see me.

“Chiara is waiting for you in the living room.”

Wow, I adore Chiara, and I am so in need of some girl time.

I rush through to the living room and find Chiara sitting on the sofa waiting for me, a cup of tea in her hand.

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