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“Tia, you can sleep in my bed. I won’t touch you.” Even as I say the words, I understand that if she sleeps in my bed, it will be impossible not to touch her. I won’t be able to control myself. It’s too risky.

“No, you have to let me have my own room. Please, Yefim.” She seems so desperate. “This was never part of the agreement.”

It’s for the best anyway.

Until she is ready, it’s safer for her if she doesn’t sleep next to me.

“Fine. Follow me,” I say, my mouth pulling to the side in annoyance at the entire situation.

I lead her through to the room right next to mine. She can have her own space, but I am still keeping her close.

“It’s set up for a guest, but tomorrow we can set it up however you want it—to make it comfortable for you. I will also have the housekeepers move all of your things into this room.”

I stand in the doorway as she walks towards the bed, touching it with her hands.

“It’s a beautiful room. It’s—it’s bigger than my entire apartment.”

I step back, leaving the doorway empty.

“Goodnight, Tia.”

She looks up at me and her eyes soften for a moment. She is grateful that nothing more happened. Relived. I’m glad I made the right choice. Losing her, pushing her away now, when things have only just begun—it would have been a nightmare for me.

“Good night, Yefim. Thank you.”

I nod, then pull her bedroom door closed, briefly wondering if I should lock it in case she changes her mind and tries to leave during the night.

No, she needs me. She needs the arrangement to stay intact.

She needs to clear her debt and stay safe.

I walk back to my own room, more sexually frustrated than I have ever been in my life. I can’t believe I don’t get to sleep with my wife on our wedding night.

But I have her. She is married to me now. She has my surname, she belongs to me.

I strip out of my suit and flop down onto the bed, naked, tired after a long day and wanting something I can’t have.

“Be patient, Yefim,” I tell myself, rolling onto my side and pulling the blankets over my body. “Be patient, it will be worth it, I promise you.”

I grin as I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep, dreaming of her sitting on my lap in a red heart-shaped chair, but no one else is around, and her lingerie tears away easily as I rip it from her body.

Chapter 9 - Tia

“How long do we have to stay locked up inside for?” I huff in annoyance. It’s only been three days, but I’m already going crazy being stuck in this house with Yefim.

“One week. I offered to take you on an actual honeymoon, but you didn’t want to go. But we still have to make peoplethinkwe went, otherwise it’s not exactly a real wedding, it is?”

“I know, okay. I know the logic. But it doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

I sigh and turn to leave the living room.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“To read in my room.”

“It’s almost dinner.”

“Okay?”

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