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Yefim leaves and Anya turns towards me.

“He is literally obsessed with you.” Anya laughs, shaking her head.

“I doubt it.” I reply, confused, dipping my head to the side. Why would she say that?

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never seen him look at someone the way he looks at you. And he’s always looking at you. Haven’t you noticed? At the office, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. I don’t know how he gets any work done. Since he met you, he hasn’t even spared a second glance for any other girl.”

I pick up my coffee, sipping it, trying to run through my memories of the time I’ve spent with Yefim. I think about each time I’ve walked in on that annoying Zoey throwing herself at him. He hasn’t shown any interest in return. I’ve never seen him encouraging her in any way.

In fact, the only person he really does look atisme.

I think Anya is right.

I’ve just never paid enough attention to notice it.

But what does it actually mean?

Does it mean he likes me? Or is he just attracted to me?

Obsessed—that’s the word Anya used. Is he obsessed with me?

For the rest of my afternoon with Anya, we have an absolute blast, shopping and trying on clothes, looking at all sorts of things I can’t afford, but she insists on buying for me because Yefim told her to spoil me, and I can’t stop thinking about the word she used.Obsessed.

How do I feel about him?

I know I feel an intense attraction, but is it more than that?

I shake my head. No, that’s just silly. If I go thinking things like that, I’ll get my heart broken. I’m asking for trouble by reading too much into what she said.

I need to keep my head on straight.

Work hard. Pay my debts. Stay out of trouble. That’s all I need to do.

Chapter 14 - Yefim

Driving up the long gravel road towards the wine farm, Tia’s eyes are growing wider and wider at the sight of the beautiful scenery stretched out before us.

The sky is bright blue, with a few pure white clouds splashed around, adding to the picture-perfect moment.

I’ve wanted to bring her here for a while now, to show her my family business, perhaps to try and impress her—win her over. But also to show her that even though I am part of the mafia, I am not cruel and sadistic like so many of my rivals.

We park outside the gorgeous old villa, which was converted into our wine cellar.

I climb out of the car, then open her car door for her and offer her my hand as she climbs out of the passenger seat, her gorgeous legs catching my eye as she swings them out of the car door.

“This place is run by all of us, but Oleg heads it up and handles the day-to day-while I handle Dubrov Enterprise.”

Her long, white, flowing summer dress with a slit up the side catches the breeze and dances around her playfully. The white lace of her dress reminds me that we are married—that this gorgeous girl is my wife.

A smile touches my lips.

“So, all of you work together, just in different sections of the family business?”

“Correct. I mostly run the legal side of things—Oleg runs this side at the vineyard, and Alexia helps with both.”

She nods as I take her hand and lead her past the vineyards. They're green and lush, looking amazing, filled with dark purple and bright red grapes, the green variety spaced between the red in rows marked by red and white rose bushes.

“Do you and your brothers make the wine as well?”

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