Chapter 6 - Feliks
“ Well, you know, on some days, it gets so bad that I might hurt the ones around me ,” she’d said.
From the moment I sat down, I could tell how uncomfortable she was in that dress, which confused me. Why had she made herself uncomfortable for the entire night when she had other options? However, as the night went on, the answer became clear.
Jenna had been on a mission, and while I had yet to figure out the entire circumstance surrounding the situation, it wasn’t hard to guess that the green-eyed girl didn’t want to go through with the marriage, which sparked many questions.
Why had she been there instead of Veronica, who was initially promised? I mean, I didn’t mind because not only did I end up having a good time with her at dinner, but there was also something about her that just felt right . It was the complete opposite of what I’d felt when I stared at Veronica’s picture for the first time, and I knew she’d be a better option than her sister.
Plus, it helped that she was attractive, with the kind of soft beauty that could be dangerous.
I could remember clearly how her sweet floral scent had enveloped my nostrils, forcing me to fight the urge to sneer at its sweetness. When my fingers had brushed against it, her skin was even softer than it looked, fair and white, with hardly any blemishes.
Her hair was a beautiful strawberry blonde, lush and curly, forming a sweet frame for her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a piercing shade of green, her cheekbones and jaw were delicate and regal, and her lips were as red as wine, perfect and voluptuous. A tiny birthmark above her upper lip added to her delicate, sensual beauty.
And how she’d fought to hold the character—obviously not who she was—had been ridiculously hilarious. I had planned to let it go on for as long as possible; I wanted to see just how much more she’d managed to cook up, but it had become too painful to watch at some point as she struggled to concoct more ridiculous stories.
It was evident that she didn’t want to get married to me. Of course, I didn’t want it either, but here we were. Besides, I would pick her a hundred times over if I had to choose between her and bratty Veronica. She’d been easy to talk to—at least after dropping the fa?ade—and seemed like the perfect entertainment for me.
Strangely, her mesmerizing eyes, perfect figure, sweet scent, and silky hair had refused to leave my mind, even after several days. On several occasions, I’d caught my thoughts drifting to her. She was very desirable, and I knew one thing for sure.
I wanted her.
This wasn’t just about business anymore. It wasn’t about forming an ally or obeying the Pakhan’s order. Suddenly, this marriage didn’t seem forced anymore, and I even found myself looking forward to the actual wedding. I could imagine her soft, supple skin underneath me as I fuck her, and the thought alone was enough to excite me. I wanted this marriage now, and there was nothing anybody could do to stop me.
“Boss, are you even listening to me? Is everything okay?”
Timur’s voice brought me out of my reverie, and I raised my head to find his concerned eyes scanning me. My grin widened, and the shock on his face became more prominent.
“Of course, Timur, why wouldn’t it be?”
That threw my second-in-command off even more because his frown deepened.
“Well, for starters, I’ve been talking for a while, and it seems you haven’t been paying the slightest attention. Plus, you’ve been grinning like a kid at Christmas. I’m starting to get worried.”
I chuckled, proving his point even more because he scowled.
“Don’t be silly. Of course, I’ve been paying attention to you.”
“Yeah? What was the last thing I said?” he shot.
I raised my hands in surrender. “Okay, fine, you’ve got me. You have my attention now, so what were you saying?” I
Timur sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as if dealing with me gave him a headache, but I couldn’t care.
“I was talking about Daniel’s two daughters. Dominik had thought Daniel had one daughter and that she was the sole heir, so all his wealth would eventually go to her, but if that’s not the case, the plan flopped. It might not be worth it if he must divide his wealth between two daughters.”
It was my turn to sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Nevertheless, this marriage will be a good thing, and we’ll be gaining an influential ally. In the long run, it might not be a bad idea.”
Timur frowned. “I thought you were against it! You've been acting weird since your date with your future bride. Now, suddenly, you want this marriage. Did something happen?”
Where could I even start? Jenna was a captivating woman who’d caught my attention enough to interest me. Now, I wanted more.
The sound of my office door slamming shut brought me back to reality, and I realized that Timur had stormed out of the room—probably because I’d been ignoring him again.
But could he blame me?