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I pull a spare blanket out from the closet and gently wrap it over her, trying not to wake her up. I can’t have her sleeping uncomfortably. I don’t know why she didn’t just climb underneath the blankets on the bed. I guess she was reluctant to give in and accept that she is spending the night here—she doesn’t realize yet that she will be here for much longer than one night.

She stirs slightly, rolling over on the pillow and I see evidence of tears on the silk pillow case.

My jaw clenches.

I brush my fingers over her soft, warm cheek.

“I’m sorry, little flower,” I whisper.

Then I turn away, walking to my own bedroom.

I need sleep as well. It’s been a long night and tomorrow is an important day. The day of my marriage.

There will be no fancy show of it, though. We are just going to say our vows and sign the papers. I don’t care about the dresses and flowers and all of that shit.

This is a marriage of business. A necessity.

After a hot shower, I climb beneath the covers of my own bed and sigh as I stretch my arm behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. It's dark and I can hardly see anything, but I’m agitated. I can’t sleep because all I can do is think about the gorgeous girl sleeping in the room across the hall from me.

Oh, and that kiss.

Fuck me. That kiss was insane.

Just thinking about it, my cock is starting to get hard.

I can’t. I have to rest. I need to go to sleep.

I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face against the pillow and letting out a frustrated sigh.

Closing my eyes, I try to force myself to sleep, but it takes ages and when I do finally drift into the darkness—I dream of her.

Chapter 6 - Raisa

“Ugh.” I feel myself waking up, and the headache pressing against my temple as I roll over in bed. Opening my eyes, I blink a few times, then bolt up in shock—remembering everything.

Sitting on the bed in his guest room my heart is beating heavily. Waking up instantly stressed out is a horrible feeling.

I look down at my legs and the blanket that has fallen off me, lying around my waist now.

I know I didn’t climb under the blankets last night. Oleg must have come in to check on me after I’d passed out.

I tried so hard to stay awake, but my eyes were so heavy. I was so exhausted.

I can’t believe I fell asleep.

That he put a blanket over me.

I bite my lower lip, pulling the blanket to the side and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

My head really is throbbing. I need a painkiller. Stress always gives me a headache and this is probably the most stressful situation I’ve been in.

At least—I think—he doesn’t want me dead or anything. He obviously has some plan to use me as a bargaining chip for something—something he needs or wants from my brothers.

I sigh and rub my eyes.

Standing up, I pull my dress straight. I wish it wasn’t so short.

I wander through to the ensuite bathroom linked to the guest bedroom. In it I find a fresh towel and a folded pile of clothing.

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