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Finally, when I tell him I’m ready to go home, he takes my jacket and wraps it around my shoulders, then takes my hand to lead me to the car.
All the way there, the drive is tense, because he is right next to me in the back seat. The driver has the divider between the front and the back closed so we have complete privacy.
I just want to climb into his lap and wrap my legs around him.
I mean, why shouldn’t I?
He’s my husband. I don’t know why I’ve been so against it before.
I giggle as I shift across the seat towards him and then, a little clumsy, I climb onto his lap and grab his face to kiss him.
At first, he kisses me back, fierce and heated, but when I start grinding my hips against him, feeling his cock getting harder and harder, he growls in frustration and lifts me off him.
I’m in absolute shock when he puts me back down on the seat next to him.
“Now is not the right time, Tia,” he says, his voice low.
“What do you mean?” I huff in surprise.
“You’re too drunk.”
“Drunk? I’m not that drunk,” I say, angry and embarrassed.
I can feel my cheeks glowing red—luckily the car is dark, so he can’t see.
“You’re drunk, Tia. You’re not behaving like yourself. Just leave it.”
I shake my head and fold my arms across my chest, sulking heavily.
I can’t believe he turned me down.
I’m dying inside, wanting nothing more than to get out of this small space and run away.
As soon as the car stops outside the mansion, I push the door open and march inside, right up to my room, slamming the door closed.
I can’t believe he rejected me.
After he was the one who wanted us to share a bed, and he was the one who kissed me, I don’t understand.
I feel silly for crying, but the tears start streaming down my cheeks. I don’t understand why he doesn’t want me. I’ve seen the way he looks at me sometimes.
But I guess I misread everything. This really is just a marriage of convenience and nothing else. He’s not attracted to me. He doesn’t like me in any way. It’s all just for show and appearances.
Lying on the bed, I wiggle out of my clothes, too tipsy to get up now that I’ve flopped down here. I throw them across the room, letting them land wherever they land on the floor. Then I pull my duvet over my body and wrap it tightly around me, hiding from everything.
Tomorrow, I won’t even speak to him.
I let out an angry sigh against my pillow.
Why the hell does he have to be so fucking hot, and then not even want me? How did I get stuck in a marriage like this?
Chapter 12 - Yefim
I walk over to Tia’s office, which is next to mine, and drop the contract on the coffee table in front of the sofa where she is sitting going over some paperwork.
She leans down to pick up the typed page and stares at me with confusion. Her cute pale blue office dress is lifting over her thighs as she sits in her chair with her legs crossed. She sits back on the sofa and glances over the page. I watch her dress pull a little higher and feel my jaw clenching. “What is this?”
“This is my offer to you—in writing, because I know you want that security—stating that if you quit at least one of your other jobs, preferably both of them, your salary will increase to that amount next month.”
