Page 59 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

“Hey, handsome.”

I turn my head towards a familiar voice as Reina comes to sit next to me on the stretched-out log by the fire.

“Reina, how have you been?”

Her cheeks are glowing from the heat of the flames, or from the drink in her hand. It’s hard to tell.

“Obviously, I'm much better, now that you're here. I’ve really missed you.” Reina leans close to me and runs her hand over my bicep. I move slightly away from her. I don’t want to embarrass her, but I need to make it clear that I am no longer interested in the casual thing we had going on before I met Darya.

“You’ve been working out.” She giggles, sipping her drink. “So, do you know where my tent is?”

She stares at me with a glint in her eye and a suggestive smile painted on her lips.

“Reina, have you met my wife?” I glance over to Darya and notice that she is glaring in my direction. Perhaps at me, perhaps at Reina. The flickering light from the fire is making it hard to tell.

“Oh, I haven’t had the pleasure—I didn’t even know she was here with you.” Reina leans against me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You know, if you were to disappear for a little meeting later, I am sure she wouldn’t even notice,” she giggles.

I stand up as Darya walks towards us with a storm in her eyes and determination in her step.

Right away, she wraps her arm around my waist and pulls herself close to me. I can’t hide the grin on my face. I wrap my arm around her as well.

“Who is this?” she says, curt and perhaps slightly challenging.

Reina stands up, a little too boldly. She runs her hand down my chest and Darya’s eyes darken.

“Stefy and I go way back. We have been working together for years.”

“This is Reina. She manages our client liaison department, handling their orders and shipments, making sure everything runs smoothly.”

“I do make sure everything runs smoothly,” Reina grins, and Darya’s nail dig into my side.

“Reina, this is my wife, Darya.”

Darya glares at her without greeting her.

Reina looks momentarily unsettled, but then grins again. “I am surprised you joined us. I didn’t think this was your style. The Dubrovs are usually five-star, not outdoors in nature.”

“I guess it is safe to say that no one should underestimate where you might run into us.” Darya’s voice is tight and clipped.

I have never seen her like this. She is gripping me so tightly, I almost want to cry out from the pain of it, and her eyes are like daggers shooting directly into Reina.

“Stef, I wanted to get another drink,” Darya says, obviously just trying to get me away from Reina.

“I’ll join you, baby girl.” I turn to Reina, not wanting to be rude. “Reina, I will see you around later.”

“Of course, you will.” She winks.

Darya bites her bottom lip and turns away, tugging me along with her.

When we are a few steps away and out of earshot, she demands that I tell her what was going on.

“Who was that and why was she falling all over you?” Her voice is so tense I feel a little intimidated, except it is too cute to genuinely be intimidating. She is incredibly jealous.

“Reina is an employee—nothing more,” I assure her.

“It doesn’t look like nothing more. In fact, it looks like a lot more than nothing.”

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