Page 70 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

If I thought he was sexy wearing the suit—now I have to somehow control myself while hedancesin the suit, pressed up against me, his hands on my body. I’m barely managing to hold it together.

“What are you doing later?” he whispers in my ear.

“Not sure yet. There’s this hot guy who offered to take me to dinner.”

“I think he offered to take you tomorrow night. Which means you’re free tonight. So how about you and I go home together?”

“That’s very forward of you. I don’t go home with tall, dark, devilishly handsome men that I’ve only just met.” I grin, enjoying the game we are playing.

“Mm. It’s a good thing you married this tall, dark, devilishly handsome man then, isn’t it.” He spins me around and then pulls me right up against him again.

Rocking his hips, he guides my body to sway in time to the music.

We are having so much fun together, laughing, flirting, joking.

The tequila tray comes past a few times and we have a few more shots, then after a while Yefim notices my cheeks glowing red.

He takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor. “You need water and maybe another gin before you have any more tequila,” he chuckles.

“I want all the tequila. I want to party tonight.”

“Well, party like a good girl, and drink water when I tell you to.”

“I’ll be your good girl,” I giggle.

His eyes darken as he looks down at me. “You are my good girl.” His deep voice rumbles through me, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

“Tia,” Clara’s voice interrupts the moment. “Is this him?” she says, sounding shocked, her eyes tracing over every inch of Yefim.

“This is my man,” I say proudly. "Yefim, this is Clara. She’s hosting the party.”

“Clara, lovely to meet you.” He holds out his hand to take hers, but she goes in for a cheek kiss. She is practically drooling over him.

I laugh. She doesn’t stand a chance.

She’s too tall and too skinny, just like Zoey. And this man belongs to me.

At least for now.

While the agreement is in place.

I bite my lip.

I’ve just graduated, my debt is almost paid. Does that mean his side the deal is fulfilled?

Clara is chatting with Yefim, and I turn towards them to pay attention to the conversation. I don’t want to get caught up in my thoughts and ruin the party. Tonight is a celebration. I want to enjoy myself without worrying about anything else.

One of Clara’s other guests calls for her attention.

“Oh my goodness, I have to go. But I’ll come find you guys later and chat some more.” She smiles, broad and beautiful.

It still shocks me, doesn’t seem real, that Yefim chose me over all of these girls that are clearly really into him. Falling over him.

Yefim pulls me against his side again and talks down to me.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some water.”

He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the touch of his lips, the sound of the party around us. This moment. Just taking a mental photograph of this moment.

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