Page 80 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

Things have been so perfect between Oleg and myself and I have finally given up trying to fight the way I feel for him. Of course, I haven’t exactlytoldhim how I feel either—for now I am just enjoying it—maybe even starting to feel hopeful for our future together.

But I don’t want to talk to him about it yet because I don’t want to have to face the reality of him possibly telling me he doesn’t feel the same way. It would be heartbreaking—and I need to prepare for something like that.

I scribble a few notes down in my notebook about the muscles of the heart and then drop my pen down onto the paper. I need to go shower. Anya will be here soon.

On my study desk, my laptop chimes loudly.

An incoming video call from Ruslana. My little sister calls me a few times a week and keeps me up to date with what is happening at home. She isn’t involved in any of the business stuff, but she tells me who is bickering with who and any funny stories and basically just all the things I need to stay up to date with my brothers and their shenanigans.

I love talking to her and I’m excited because Oleg said I can buy her some gifts when I told him I was missing her. So, today when I go shopping, I’ll be choosing things for her too.

I flick the answer button on my keyboard and her face fills my screen.

“Ruslana,” I say happily.

“Raisa—wow—you look really pretty today.”

I reach up and touch my hair. “What do you mean?” I ask, knowing I haven’t even showered yet.

“I don’t know. You’re just glowing. Like you got a new tan or something. Have you been in the sun?”

“Not really.” I laugh.

Talking to her is easy. It’s always a free-flowing conversation, easily moving from one topic to the next.

We chat for about thirty minutes before she has to go. Renat just got back from the shops with some food and they are shouting for her to come and make lunch. She rolls her eyes in annoyance and leans backward to shout out of her bedroom door. “I’m coming now. Stop being so impatient.”

I laugh. “Gosh. They still aren’t cooking for themselves?”

“Well, they take pretty good care of me—so I guess it’s the least I can do to take care of them.” She grins. “But don’t tell them I don’t mind doing it. It’s more fun that they think they are annoying me.”

We say goodbye just as Anya messages me to say she’s on her way.

Shit. I have to shower and get ready. I hate feeling rushed because then I panic and forget things.

I rush around the bedroom after my shower. Tossing my clothes all over the place while I search for my jeans. Finally, finding them, I pull them on and through the bedroom doorfrom down stairs I hear Anya saying a loud and friendly hello to Oleg.

I hope he can delay her for five minutes.

I pull a little white t-shirt on and brush my hair, pinning it in a high bun. I grab my sneakers and run down stairs carrying them and my socks.

“I won’t be long,” I call out, sitting on one of the middle steps. Anya peeks around the corner to look at me. “Hey girl, there is no rush,” she grins.

But I’m excited, and eager to get going. I can’t even remember the last time I had a day out with a friend—and shopping is relaxing and fun. I’ve been looking forward to this ever since she mentioned it.

The mall isn’t too busy because it’s the middle of the week. We roam around from shop to shop with the two bodyguards following us, looking bored out of their minds.

At one point, we try to convince them to go have a coffee and give us some space—but they glare at us, reminding us that Oleg will have their heads if they take their eyes off us for even a minute.

But we really want to go to the lingerie shop and two men tagging along doesn’t seem right. I am not that comfortable with them so I want to browse lace and suspenders while they watch.

Anya leans close to me and whispers, “the shop opposite us—the dressing room has two exits. If we have them waiting outside the one—we can slip out the other.”

I feel my heart race a little. I know Oleg gave us both a very serious lecture before we left the house, insisting that at no point do we go too far from the bodyguards—but the thrill of misbehaving a little has my blood pumping. All I’ve been doinglately is studying and being good. It’s definitely time for a little bit of innocent fun.

We walk into the shop and both of us grab some random items and walk towards the change rooms. The body guards take a seat on the sofa outside the left side entrance, prepared to wait for however long it takes.

Anya and I walk straight through the changing rooms, dropping off the clothes at the right-side exit. We peak across the store to where the body guards are sitting—oblivious to what we have done.

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