Page 43 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

Zoey sits down again, smiling sweetly.

“Tia, do you need help with these?” she asks.

“I most certainlydon’tneed anything from you, Zoey,” she snaps, and then spins around to walk away.

“Are these done?” I call after her, wondering why she came in here and wanting her to stay longer.

“They’re done,” she snaps back.

“Shame, she seems super stressed,” Zoey says, sounding empathetic. But then her hand is back on my leg and she’s running it up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should take over some of her clients. She’s clearly not handling it well.”

I knit my brows as I stare at the door. She does seem really stressed. I don’t like the fact that she is stressed. I want her to feel happy and comfortable, not overloaded with work. Perhaps I’ve been pushing her too much.

Maybe I should find out if she wants to hand one of her clients over to Zoey. Temporarily. Until she gets used to all of this and quits the other job.

I push myself off the sofa and Zoey complains, “Oh no, where are you going?”

“To speak to my wife,” I say bluntly.

Zoey pouts a little, and I pull my mouth tight. This girl has no boundaries. If she wasn’t so good at her job, I would have kicked her out already.

“Don’t be long,” she calls after me.

I ignore her as I walk into Tia’s office.

Tia is sitting at her desk with a face of thunder. She stands up and walks around the front of the desk when I walk in.

“What do you want, Yefim?” she practically snarls at me. What the fuck. She must be ridiculously stressed out.

“I came to see how you were doing.”

“Oh, what, you suddenly care? You looked very busy in your office there. Was I interrupting something private?”

“We are pretty busy—just catching up on a few things. I wanted to ask if you wanted to hand over one of the binders to Zoey. She can take over one of your clients and free up some of your time. Maybe it will help with—"

“Zoey?” she practically screams in anger. “Zoey?”

I pull my head back, shocked at her outburst. Is she that offended that I would want to take a binder away to help her out?

I turn towards her office door and close it before someone hears her angry shouting. Perhaps this is a conversation best had in private.

“Tia, Zoey has been doing this job for years. She’s worked with my brother—"

“Oh I bet she’sworkedwith your brother. More likeonyour brother. Orunderyour brother. She was practically sitting in your lap earlier, and when I walked in now, your eyes were all the way up her skirt. Why don’t you run back in there toZoeyand leave me the hell alone,” she spits out bitterly, her eyes full of rage and heated jealousy.

Jealous.

Tia is jealous of Zoey.

I chuckle. This is incredible.

She doesn’t like the idea of some other girl trying her luck with me. In fact, she seems dead against it from her reaction.

“Tia—are you—jealous?”

“Get the fuck out of my office, Yefim. Or should I say,Yef?”

I chuckle again, taking a step towards Tia.

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