Page 78 of Sinful Lies

I waketo the sun warming my face. I stretch out my limbs, sighing at the silk sheets against my naked flesh. But when my hands don’t brush against a hard male body, I freeze.

My eyes fly open, and I’m surprised to find I’m alone.

I ignore my disappointment that Dimitri left, but I remind myself that he’s a busy man. He can’t spend all day lounging in bed with me when he already spent most of last night doing just that.

My cheeks heat at the memory of last night. It was even more incredible than our wedding night, and we didn’t even have sex.

He worshiped my body in a way I’ve never experienced, and my added level of trust in him made me fully give in to the pleasure.

Pressing my hand to my heart, I stare out the window at the city.

I knew I was starting to develop feelings for Dimitri, but last night truly uncovered how hard I’m falling.

He made me feel so comfortable and safe not only when sharing intimate details of my life, but also when sharing my body with him.

The fact that he didn’t get off once last night shows me how truly selfless he is. I never would have expected him to act in such a way when I first met him.

Perhaps the playboy persona is truly an act after all.

I lie back against the pillows, reliving the memories of last night until my stomach growls. I chuckle at the rude interruption.

Can I not simply spend my day fantasizing about the man I selfishly get to call my husband?

My stomach’s answering growl has me throwing back the covers and going in search of some clothes.

I throw on a pair of leggings and a tank before heading downstairs.

I glance around eagerly, in the hopes of finding Dimitri lounging on the couch, but I’m only left disappointed. The only sign that he’s been here is the empty espresso cup by the coffee machine.

Maybe it’s my turn to start hounding him to eat.

After turning on the coffee machine and getting a fresh pot brewing, I shuffle over to the fridge. I pull out a container of eggs along with some veggies and cooked chicken, deciding on more of a brunch option seeing as it’s almost noon.

As I chop up some bell pepper and get to work whisking a few eggs, my stomach churns.

I pause, setting down the bowl and staring at the food laid out on the counter.

My hand goes to my mouth as I wretch. “Oh no.”

I turn and bolt for the sink, leaning over the edge and emptying the contents of my stomach.

I groan as my mouth fills with saliva and acid burns my throat. Sweat is starting to bead along my forehead and the back of my neck, so I turn on the faucet and splash some cold water on my face as I breathe out slowly.

“No breakfast for me, then,” I mutter as I grip the edge of the sink.

I don’t even bother tidying away the food as the sight of it only makes my stomach churn more. Silently vowing to clean up later, I head back upstairs to take a shower.

I hope I’m not getting sick. I already took a week off for my honeymoon a few weeks ago. If I take any more time off, I’ll fall so far behind…

As I wander back upstairs and glance around, I notice the door to Dimitri’s office is slightly ajar. I frown. The door is always locked, and he’s never once shown me inside.

“Dimitri?”

Surely, if he was home, he would have heard me, so it’s likely he’s left it open by accident.

I know I shouldn’t go and snoop, but curiosity gets the better of me.

Tiptoeing down the hall, I inch the door open, gasping at what I find inside.

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