Page 5 of The Bratva's Knocked-Up Bride

As much as I wanted to believe her, I had the feeling that was far from the truth. He was too striking to be ignored. Too big, too attractive…

God, it really was going to be difficult having him around.

But I reigned my thoughts in and smiled in return. I was a professional, and I was determined to keep it that way.

Damien was just some man, anyway. Just a ridiculously tall…muscular…

“Are those the edits you had for me to approve?” Gemma asked, voice breaking through my silent reverie.

Blinking back at her as I regained my composure, I nodded and carefully handed the stack over to her. “Yes…they need your final green light.”

She smiled in return and nodded while taking them from me. “Perfect. I’ll go through them and get back to you shortly.”

“No problem…you know where to find me.”

I turned to leave, still somewhat distracted by the thought of Damien lingering around in the office.

“…and Sky?”’

Pausing, I glanced back at her with a brow raised. “Hm?”

“Don’t worry too much about Damien being here. There’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Gemma’s warm smile was a comfort, and it did manage to subdue me enough to press a mirrored version of her expression, but the sense that something odd was going on still clung to me anyway.

“Of course. Business as usual, right?”

“That’s right.”

With a final nod, I eventually slipped out of the conference room and found myself questioning all of it.

My heels continued to click against the floor as I moved through the office building all the while my mind got stuck on Damien Novikov.

As much as I didn’t want to get hung up on thinking about him, my curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to better understand the situation. Gemma reassured me that everything was fine, but something in my gut told me I wasn’t hearing the full story.

Regardless, I trusted Gemma, and I could only believe that she had everyone’s best interest in mind.

Chapter 3 - Damien

A few days passed since I started my digging into Gemma’s office building, and as simple as the job seemed, seeing Sky for myself only made me feel farther away from accomplishing my objective.

Standing by the front door not only seemed to freak out some of the employees, but it also made me antsy. As strong as my willpower was, I hated standing around. It drove me crazy, and knowing Sky was somewhere in the building all day, not too far from my grasp, made me feel even crazier.

Given how I was supposed to be sniffing out the rat, listening in on conversations, and observing any strange behavior that might point to any suspicious individuals or organizations they could be a part of, I figured leaving my post in the foyer would only make my job easier.

Plus, it gave me the chance to see her again.

But that aside, I really was trying to concentrate.

However, given the fact that it was an office building full of numerous employees all with their own lives outside of that place, I assumed I’d at least have some interesting tidbits to keep me entertained during it all. I figured I’d catch some petty drama or gossip that didn’t mean anything to me, but would at least help pass the time.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

Instead, I caught distant conversations about family cookouts on the weekend, how a store stopped carrying a specific this and that, how someone’s mom wasn’t doing well and they weren’t sure if she’d make it to their kid’s talent show…it was all so monotonous. Boring.

The job should’ve been anything but boring, and yet, the reality wasn’t quite as scandalous as I’d hoped…although I’d never admit that to my brothers, or any of the Levovs for that matter.

It only made sense that my mind drifted to Sky. I had nothing else to occupy myself with…so she was the obvious choice.

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