Page 46 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

Anya and I have been getting on really well lately. She’s funny, laid back, a little snobbish, but she makes me laugh no stop. I think her brothers have spoiled her rotten her entire life, especially after they lost their parents.

“I’m just over everything,” I shrug.

“Everything?” she tilts her head towards me.

“I need to get out or something. With work—school—I don’t know. My nerves feel frayed.”

“Alright. I know exactly what you need. Aren’t you on lunch now?”

“I don’t really take lunch—"

“Rubbish. Let’s go.” She grabs my hand and drags me out of my office chair.

I quickly grab my phone and handbag and walk briskly to keep up with her.

She sticks her head into Yefim’s office, and I hold back a loud snarl when I see Zoey leaning over him, her cleavage in his face. He is staring down at his laptop and doesn’t seem to notice, but still—it’s fucking annoying how obvious she makes it.

“Yes, I’m stealing Tia,” Anya says loudly, then drags me away from the door.

“Hey, wait,” Yefim shouts after her, getting up to follow us as Anya leads me away.

“Where are you two going?”

“Shopping. She needs a break,” Anya says, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Where?”

“Oh, stop worrying. We’re just going to the mall down the road.”

Yefim nods, tight-lipped, as he watches us walk away.

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At the mall, I realize that this is exactly what I needed. I needed to get out of that office, away from Zoey, get a change of scenery.

Anya and I are having a laugh, and I don’t even realize that we’ve been out way past the hour I’m allowed for lunch.

When I do glance at my watch, I have a mini heart attack. “Anya, I have to get back,” I say in horror.

“No, you don’t. I already messaged Yefim ages ago and told him you have the whole day off,” she giggles.

“Oh my word, you are going to get me in trouble.”

“Actually, he told me to spoil you. So let’s go to that shoe shop we walked past with those killer pink heels.”

Anya grabs my arm and pulls me in the opposite direction.

But both of us freeze mid-step as our eyes land on Yefim.

“Oh shit.” Anya chuckles. “Maybe you are in trouble.”

Yefim strides over to us, all tall and sexy and toned, and holy fuck, how does he always look so incredible?

“Are you girls having fun?”

“We are,” Anya answers quickly for both of us. “Why are you disturbing us?”

“I thought I would treat both of you to some jewelry. Something glittering and beautiful.” His eyes are on me as he speaks, his voice sending delightful shivers down my spine. I’m watching his lips as he speaks and picturing the way he kissed me, the way he pushed me up against my desk—

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