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I grin mischievously.

Well, I guess hismistressshould meet hiswife.

The door opens loudly, and when I walk into the room, I do it with my head held high and power in my step.

The best part of it is the look on Andrei’s face when he sees me.

His brows shoot so high he looks like a deer caught in the headlights, too shocked to move or say anything.

The woman he’s with is gorgeous. Her long blonde hair is falling over one shoulder. She’s wearing a short red dress and black high heels with a dark black tailored jacket over her shoulders. She’s leaning over his desk, looking down at something, standing very close to him. The intimacy is undeniable. They know each other well. Whatever is going on between them has been going on for a while.

Andrei stands up from whatever they were doing, and his eyes are wide as he stares at me. The expression on his face is delightfully amusing.

“Good evening,husband,” I snap, letting the words shoot from my lips like arrows. “Are you having fun?” My arms foldacross my chest, and I tilt my head to the side, letting my eyes drift over the scene.

Neither of them has spoken yet.

The lady in red looks confused.

She stands up fully, too, taking a small step away from him. I wonder if he forgot to tell her he got married less than twenty-four hours ago.

I smile at her, sweet and confident. Glancing at him and then back at her, I say, “Honey, I wouldn’t bother with him. Men like him don’t know how to satisfy a woman or keep her happy. I imagine his manhood is as weak as his door locks. Pointless and just there for show instead of function.”

I see a trace of curious amusement in her eyes. She looks from me to Andrei, her gaze narrowing at him. She opens her mouth to speak, but ends up just shaking her head in confusion and looking back at me.

I laugh quietly. This was more fun than I expected it to be.

“Enjoy your evening. I’m going to bed, it’s been a really long and shitty day,” I sass, turning away from the two of them and marching back down the passage. I may as well get some sleep after all. It’s clear I’m not escaping tonight, but at least I made it beyond obvious to this moron that he can’t keep me locked up. He doesnothave the upper hand here. He underestimated me.

And hopefully, I ruined his fun this evening. Maybe I even started a fight between him and his lover. That would be amazing.

Letting out a soft breath, I climb the stairs to my bedroom, and my thoughts drift in directions they shouldn’t go.

What is Andrei like in bed?

What would it be like to have his arms wrapped around my body as he moved against me?

I shake my head.

Stop that, Tia.

Go to bed.

Get some sleep.

Make a new plan tomorrow.

Instead of sleeping in jeans, I change into a cute pair of pink sweatpants. Almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, I drift off, too tired to think about Andrei or his girlfriend and too tired to plan any more escapes.

My dreams are full of haunted mansions and secret voices calling to me in the darkness.

Chapter 7 - Andrei

Tatiana spins on her heel and walks out of my home office with way too much confidence in her step.

What the hell just happened? Why isn’t she in her room? How did she get that lock open?

My mind is racing with questions, but more than that, I am filled with intrigue. This girl is nothing like I expected her to be.

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