Page 37 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

“Hey, how was the outing?” He asks, turning his attention to me.

I try to put on a smile to hide my anxieties as Anya beams and responds. “We had a blast! I think we bonded. Didn’t we, Gwen?”

I nod. “Yeah, it was nice. Anya took me to a bunch of stores and then to that cute coffee shop, and we talked about... everything.” Her gaze flickers to me, and I smile at her.

Roman eyes me for a second, and I know he sees right through my gimmick right away. “Good,” He says. “You two seem to have hit it off.”

Anya shoots me a look, a teasing glint in her eye. “I told her all about your brooding ways. She’s got you figured out, Roman.”

Roman chuckles. “Glad to hear it. Just don’t let her scare you off with my charm.”

“Charm?” I raise an eyebrow, my expression playful as I try to better conceal my disgruntled emotions. “I’m not sure if that’s the word I’d use.”

“Touché,” He concedes, a smile breaking through. He turns to Anya. “Thanks, Anya. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, Anya,” I add, and she makes an ‘aww’ sound as she runs over to squeeze me in a tight hug as well.

“Anytime,” Anya winks before turning to Roman. “But seriously, Roman, lighten up a little. You’re starting to scare the girl.”

At this, Roman rolls his eyes. Once Anya heads out the door after we bid farewell, he turns to me.

“Gwen,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Are you ready?”

“For what?” I asked, taken aback. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, my thoughts racing a million miles an hour. What was he talking about? Was it something to do with the Vultures? With Riley? God, my anxiety is eating me alive right now, and I can barely control it.

“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically, stepping closer. His eyes roamed over me, a flicker of desire igniting in his gaze. “Put on the sexiest outfit Anya picked out for you.”

Surprise washed over me, mixed in with a heat that sprouts in my crotch. “Where are we?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Trust me, okay? Just trust me,” he replied casually, but the heat in his eyes told me there was more beneath the surface.

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a mind-blowing kiss that sent sparks cascading through my body. I melted against him, my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind.

“Get ready,” he murmured against my lips, his breath warm and tantalizing.

With a nod, I stepped back, trying to regain my composure. I hurried to change, slipping into the glittery black dress that had felt so foreign earlier. As I put on the wig and applied my makeup, I couldn’t recognize the reflection staring back at me.

The woman in the mirror was fierce and alluring, the wig framing my face in a way that highlighted my features. The black dress hugged every inch of my body so perfectly, showing off my slender, toned figure and revealing a bit of cleavage as well. I was almost scared to step out and show Roman the new me, but the thrill of transformation buzzed in my veins.

When I finally emerged, Roman stood waiting, his gaze darkening with appreciation. His mouth parted in surprise, and I could see the arousal flickering in his eyes. “Wow,” he breathed, taking me in from head to toe. “You look incredible.”

I blushed under his intense gaze, feeling a rush of confidence surge within me. For a second, judging by his gaze, I’m not sure we’ll even make it out of the house.

“You look amazing as well,” I compliment him back shyly. My words couldn’t be more of an understatement. While I changed, he switched into an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath that didn’t bore a tie and was instead slightly peeled apart to expose a bit of his chest. He wore what I could only assume to be a Rolex on his watch, which sparkled even more than my dress.

My gaze drinks every inch of him slowly, starting with his handsome, chiseled face and trailing down to take in the way his suit hugs every muscle that threatens to bulge through. Now I’m starting to think about whether I’ll be able to make it out of the house without ripping off everything he’s wearing first.

But before I could fully embrace the moment, he stepped forward, his expression shifting. “We have to go,” he said, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Where?” I asked, my excitement mingling with confusion.

“You’ll see,” he replied, his grin devilish. “Just keep up.”

With that, he took my hand, and together, we stepped out into the night, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was ready for whatever adventure lay ahead, even if it meant facing the unknown.

The night air buzzed with electric energy as Roman guided me through the thrumming streets of the casino district in his red Lamborghini Aventador. The engine purrs deliciously as he accelerates, and I linger my head out the open window, closing my eyes as the wind gently brushes my face and ruffles my hair. The lights blinked like stars, illuminating the way to ournext adventure. I could hardly contain my excitement, my heart racing not just from the thrill of the evening but also from the intoxicating presence of my husband beside me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, a playful smile dancing on my lips.

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