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What the hell is she doing? The guards patrol this area on a regular basis—any one of them might see her. She unbuttons her jeans and wiggles her hips as she pushes them down her slender, perfect body. For a moment, I’m spellbound. I’ve seen her in her underwear before, on the night I took her, when her dress crept up, and again when I bandaged her knees—but this is—this is different. She’s confident, grinning, and mischievous.

She kicks her pants off and stands at the edge of the pool in her underwear, dark red lace panties and a bra that matches. I can see the outline of her nipple against the transparent fabric, and my cock is already getting hard.

My heart is beating fast in my chest. I’m waiting for her to dive in before anyone sees her, but to my horror, she starts to reach back, unclipping the bra, and starts to peel her bra and panties off as well.

One hand, I can’t look away. On the other hand, I’m furious she would let other men see her this way. Jealousy rages inside me.

In the evening light, she is completed naked beside the pool. Light jumps through the water and reflects over her smooth, tanned skin, dancing across her body, teasing me.

She is so much more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.

She dives in, swimming beneath the surface of the water while my eyes follow her naked form.

I’m stunned into silence, and I’ve lost track of my thoughts. But when I hear some guards moving somewhere else in the house, I get a shocking reality check. One of them could see her at any moment.

The jealousy gets thicker and more dangerous as my cock throbs, watching her swim.

She’s taken her pranks too far, and it’s time to put an end to it.

I hurry from my bedroom, downstairs, towards the pool.

While I’m running, I tell myself how ridiculous I’m being. She’s not mine, not technically—but then again, sheis. She’s mywife,and I don’t want any other man to see her body.

I have a right to be angry about what she’s doing.

I shove the patio doors open and march towards the pool, hearing the gentle sound of her laughter and another splash as I step onto the stone walkway, following the soft lighting leading me to the water.

Chapter 10 - Tatiana

I’ve been so creative with my pranks over the past few days. It’s keeping me busy and helping me not go crazy while I’m stuck here in this place against my will. At least I get to stir up some drama here and there.

I’m really enjoying the pranks and coming up with incredible ideas. To put it bluntly, I’ve been putting in a lot of effort and thought, all with thesinglegoal of annoying Andrei.

However, it’s not working how I want it to.

If I did half of this stuff to my brother back home, he’d be fuming and raging.

But Andrei doesn’t seem annoyed at all, and I can’t figure out why.

Perhaps it’s because he’s hell-bent on ignoring me, and that means I just have to try harder. I’ll have to come up with more intense pranks. Something a little more risky.

I’m standing in the kitchen, searching for theonlycoffee mug he ever drinks out of, when the housekeeper, Lisa, walks in.

“Hello, Miss Tia. Is there something I can help you with? Were you looking for a late-night snack?” The way she asks me makes me smile. She undoubtedly knows I’m up to something, because I’m always up to something lately.

“Um. No. I think I have it covered,” I say innocently.

She narrows her eyes at me while I close the kitchen cabinet and move away from the mugs.

“You know, the weirdest thing happened to me last night,” she muses.

“Oh really? What?” I ask, feigning curiosity. I already know exactly what happened to her last night.

“The book I was reading—the last two pages were glued together. I have no idea how it ends.”

“What in the world? Who would do something like that? That’s so strange.”

She raises her brows higher, the grin on her face growing wider as she eyes me up and down. “So strange indeed. I’ll have to go to the bookstore this weekend and sneakily read the last two pages there.”

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