Page 13 of Beautiful Deception

“Just asking.” I hang up. Curious. Inessa didn’t come in for the maid position and yet she took it. Why? What did she really come in for? I’ll have to ask her when she shows up tomorrow.

I hate being lied to. I hate being deceived.

But the girl seemed desperate for a job. Maybe she came in to ask about a different job and jumped at the chance to be my maid. I won’t know until I ask her but one thing is clear: Inessa has already lied to me.

That makes me distrust her.

“You look handsome tonight,” Natasha says as I sit down across from her. This expensive French restaurant better be worth my time as I have a lot of things I need to contend with.

One of those things is finding a wife.

Not that I need one. But I want to gain as much power as I can and finding the perfect Bratva wife to make an alliance with is key.

Which brings me to here and Natasha. A wealthy widow, she’s older than many Bratva woman are to be entertained for a wife. At thirty, she’s practically ancient in the world of the Mafia.

But I’m not looking for some innocent rose. I want a woman with experience. A woman who it doesn’t matter if she’s a virgin or not. As a widow, I know for a fact that Natasha is not untouched.

After I lost both Nadia and Elena to other men, I realized my problem: putting too much emphasis on a woman’s virtue. With Natasha being a widow and having a lot of money from her dead husband – who was an incredibly wealthy Bratva man forty years her senior – she will make the perfect wife someday. She has connections to other Bratva families and her money can help me in my endeavors.

We can be a power couple for all intents and purposes.

This is not about love.

Natasha’s red lipstick makes her look seductive as she smiles at me. “How are you tonight, Viktor?”

“I’m doing well. How are you?” We’ve been seeing each other for just a few weeks now. We haven’t fucked yet but I’m ok with taking things slow. I’ve always respected women’s bodies. I don’t need to rush a woman into bed to make her want me.

“I’m doing very well. I always have a wonderful time meeting up with you for a date. It’s the highlight of my week.”

I cheers my wineglass to her.

“So, Viktor,” she says after taking a sip of her wine. “Let’s just get down to business, shall we? I know you’re looking for a wife. I can be that wife.”

“That’s why I’ve been entertaining you.”

“Good. I know things are rocky at work. The war you have going on with Erik Koslov. I can help you with that.”

“That’s exactly what I’m looking for. An honest woman. You know what you’re looking for and I know what I’m looking for.”

“So why wait?”

“I just sent my sister away to make sure she stays safe. Ideally, I would want her at the wedding but things are too risky right now.”

“So, when could we marry?”

“We haven’t even kissed yet,” I remind her, giving her a small smile. I rarely smile nowadays.

“That can be changed. I’m not some shy virgin, Viktor. I’m a woman who knows what she wants. And I want you.”

“Well, then. If we both agree to this arrangement, we can start wedding planning. Ideally, in a few months would be the best. I don’t want to rush into something and learn I’ve been deceived. I want to get to know you more first before we exchange vows.”

“Understood. If you invited me over to your place tonight, we could start getting to know each otherverywell.”

Natasha is a beautiful woman. Dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, a seductive grin. My cock does stir at the idea of fucking her.

But if she’s to be my wife, I don’t want to rush into something. Not after how I got fucked over in the past with my previous fiancées.

“We can make plans for you to come over later this week. But for now, let’s just enjoy our dinner.”

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