Page 7 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

Is that an invitation? Is she inviting me to join her?

I watch as she pushes herself away from the table, dropping her napkin next to her half-eaten food. She straightens her dress. “I won’t be long.” She smiles sweetly at the idiot.

“No problem,” he smiles back.

She walks towards me, then kicks my chair really hard.

That is definitely an invite.

I wait until she is out of sight, then I wait a little longer.

Then I stand up and make my way towards the back of the restaurant as well.

As soon as I found the corner to the men's, she grabs me and pulls me into a side room, storage for all their glassware and plates.

She quickly closes the door behind us and pushes me against the wall.

She is tiny—her push hardly moves me at all—but for her benefit, I step back in the direction she wants me to move.

I stare down at her. Her bright brown eyes glaring at me in anger.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, Alexei?” she hisses beneath her breath.

“Eating. Having some dinner. What are you doing, Clara?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you haven't been messing with me the entire time. You need to grow the hell up. Who comes to a restaurant just to annoy someone else? How old are you?” She is angry, the veins on her neck visible.

“Sweetheart, you need to take a breath. Calm down. Before you give yourself a heart attack.” I lean down and wrap my hand around her waist. In one smooth movement, I spin her around, and now she is the one up against the wall.

She is still glaring up at me with wild, angry eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me I can’t eat dinner here just because you’re here?” I purr.

“Don’t be ridiculous. But go sit somewhere else. You’re ruining my date.”

“I think your date is ruining your date. You know he’s not the right man for you. You look bored out of your mind,” I grin.

“Excuse me?” she says in horror. “Who the hell do you think you are? I was having an incredible time right up until the moment you walked through that door.”

Mm. I don’t believe her.

“What’s his name?” I ask.

“Who?” she stammers, confused.

“Your date, who else? Or did you already forget about him?” I push my body tighter against hers. She lets out a sharp breath.

“Um…"

“His name is um?”

“Stop that,” she whispers, trying to push me away.

“His name isn’t important because he means nothing. Come home with me.”

“Grow the hell up, Alexei. His name is Brandon. He’s a good guy. And I need you to step away from me so that I can go back to the datethat I was very much enjoying.”

I chuckle and I feel my body vibrating against hers. Fuck. She is gorgeous.

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