Page 18 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

He laughs and promises he’ll fuck her up against the wall. I sit at my desk and look at my emails. Soon the sounds of them fucking fill the damn house. God, you’d think she was under the impression that the more squeals she makes the better the tips. Hell, she might be right. I’m sure it’s probably earned her quite a bit of money in the past. I rest my head in my hands and take a deep breath, willing them both to fucking finish and be done with it. Several minutes pass before I hear a woman giggle, followed by the sound of a door being opened.

A second later, Artyom’s smiling face is filling my doorway. “I owe you one, Boss. Holy shit! I see the appeal now. I just fucked the hell out of her, and I don’t even have to pretend that I care about her. She’s not going to ask for my number or beg me to call her.”

“And she won’t ask questions about what you do for a living,” I add, because that is truly one of the best perks.

“Damn, you just made me a convert.”

“I’m sure all the local girls will be crying themselves to sleep tonight.”

He laughs and gives the doorframe a soft tap. “Just so you know, I heard Charlie moving around in the room when I came out. I think she heard me, and she probably thinks it was you.”

“The whole fucking house heard you and good. It’s for the best.”

Artyom shrugs his shoulders and holds up his hands. “Whatever you say, Boss. I’m going to grab a coffee downstairs, and I think Valentina is making waffles.”

He goes downstairs while I walk to Charlie’s door. A stab of guilt hits me at what I’m about to do. I’m not a man who feels guilt much these days, and I don’t like that I’m feeling it right now. As soon as I hear Chantal open my bedroom door, I open Charlie’s so she’ll see the leggy blonde with theI just got fuckedsmile walking out of my room.

My plan works beautifully. Charlie looks up, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in Chantal, and then I see a flash of pain when she meets my eyes before she looks away. Chantal gives me a flirty smile and a cutesy wave.

“Thanks for the good time, handsome,” she purrs before walking back downstairs.

For all intents and purposes it looks like we just fucked and she just thanked me for it, and that’s exactly what I need Charlie to keep believing. Anything else will just result in her being even more hurt later on when she realizes that I can’t be the kind of man she needs and wants me to be.

“Morning,” I tell her, walking in and eyeing her. She looks well rested and fucking adorable in my clothes. “Feeling better?”

She sits back down on the bed, avoiding eye contact again. “I don’t remember going to bed last night. All I can remember is taking a bath.”

“Well, you were exhausted,” I say, stepping further into the room. “Not looking at me again, little thief?”

Instead of answering, she turns her body to the side, angling herself further away from me.

“Is someone feeling a little jealous?” I tease, not quite sure why I feel the need to twist the knife except that she’s become a weakness for me, and that’s something I swore I would never have.

“Fuck you,” she mutters, fidgeting with the bottom of my T-shirt.

I laugh and tell her to get off her ass and stop pouting if she wants breakfast. She stands, taking a second to tie the strings tighter on the pajama bottoms she’s wearing and to roll the cuffs up some more. I think about telling her to put her damn bra back on because the sight of her nipples pushing against the thin shirt is making my cock finally decide to rear its ugly head and rise to the occasion.

Where the fuck were you an hour ago?

She follows me down the stairs, and, thankfully, Chantal has already made her departure. Artyom sits at the counter with Yuri and Sergei while Valentina stacks more waffles on their plates and then scoops out the next batch of bacon that’s just finished. I’m not all that hungry since I had a very early morning breakfast of ravioli already, but I grab a plate anyway and then hand one to Charlie who grabs the stool next to Artyom.

“Morning, Charlie,” he says, smiling and giving her a wink.

She blushes, and I hate it. I also hate the way that all my men have turned to eye her. They’re not stupid enough to try anything, but that doesn’t stop them from drinking in the sight of her. I notice their gazes lingering on her tits, and I smack my plate down a little harder than needed, making all of them suddenly become very interested in buttering their damn waffles instead of eye-fucking Charlie.

“Enough staring,” I growl in Russian. “She’s not here for that.”

Artyom lifts a brow at me but wisely keeps his goddamn mouth shut. Valentina fills Charlie’s plate and then mine before giving me a sly wink like she can read this situation perfectly and has it all figured out. I ignore her and grab the butter.

“When can I go home?” Charlie asks, reaching for the syrup and dousing her waffles until it puddles on the plate.

“When I say you can.”

“And when will that be?”

“When I fucking feel like it. Eat your damn food, Charlie.”

“Can I get some coffee?”

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