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“How are you feeling, princess? Did you eat yet? Work went a little later than I thought.”

“I didn’t eat yet.”

“Good. I got us a pizza. I can’t even remember when last I had pizza. I had to guess what you like on top. How bad is that?” he chuckles. “My own wife and I don’t know what her favorite pizza is yet.”

“What did you choose?” I ask curiously.

“Bacon, mushroom, avocado, feta and salami with rocket.”

I grin.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows. “Did I get at least some of them right? If there’s something on there you don’t like, I can go and get another one—“

“You actually chose the perfect pizza. That’s everything I would have chosen.”

He smiles proudly. “You see, we were meant to be together—we even like the same pizza,” he jokes.

My heart tugs, wanting his words not to be a joke at all. Wanting him to really feel that way about us—that we are meant to be together. That somehow fate just threw us into this crazy situation because we are supposed to fall in love.

He leads me through to the kitchen.

I sit on the edge of the counter and he leans against it while we eat the pizza straight out of the box.

It’s amazing. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled it and now I’m suddenly starving and ready to devour the entire thing.

After pizza, we go to bed because I can barely keep my eyes open. I fall asleep quickly, because the day has been long and because I want to avoid having to talk to Rodion.

Oleg is right—I do have to tell him—I just need to figure out how and when and try and prepare my heart for the worst case scenario.

Chapter 23 - Rodion

I’m used to being in control of everything—so the fact that I can’t force my wife to tell me what is making her so upset is driving me crazy.

I’m not even able to focus on work properly because she’s all I can think about. What if she’s bored with me? What if she had sex with me a few times and now she’s over it? What if it wasn’t good for her or she isn’t interested in me anymore?

I’m going crazy.

If she is over me and wants to get away from this marriage—or even if she will stay married to me but wants nothing to do with me—how am I supposed to deal with that?

I’m completely obsessed with her. And I’ve accepted that it will never change. She is my entire world and no matter what I do, I will never be able to get over her.

“Sir, you haven’t replied to my email yet—“ my assistant says, standing at the door of my office.

“For fuck’s sake, Benni. I told you I would get to it,” I snarl angrily.

Guilt plows into me as he scuttles away.

Benni is good at his job. He’s efficient, he gets things done and he’s reliable. I shouldn’t treat him like that.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be here. Not if I can’t control my own emotions.

I stand up, pushing away from my desk and gathering my things.

It’s not even lunchtime, but I have to leave.

I walk straight over to Benni’s desk.

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