Chapter 10 - Feliks
I was sitting in my office, trying to go through some documents on my laptop and replying to some emails, when my door was pushed open. Without looking, I already knew who it was. Only one person would dare barge into my office like that without bothering to knock.
I slowly lifted my gaze from my computer to meet Timur, standing by the door holding some documents.
“Are you coming in or not?” I asked him jokingly.
He smirked before walking into my office, and without being offered a seat, he pulled out the available chair in front of my desk and made himself comfortable.
I scoffed and shook my head.
Out of all the people, Timur was the only person who, to an extent, didn’t act awkward or terrified whenever he was with me. He tended to display a form of comfort with me—even though, occasionally, I might get out of control and go off on him. However, I found talking to him easier than anyone else.
“You have anything to drink around here?” he asked, looking around the office. His eyes finally landed on a bottle of vodka on the shelf. He stood up to get it.
“Do you have anything for me?” I asked him when he returned with the bottle.
He arranged the stalks of papers he had come with in front of me before he poured a generous amount of vodka into his glass and pushed the bottle to me.
“I have so much to do that I need to stay sober,” I muttered, pushing the bottle back to him before I began going through the papers he’d dropped in front of me.
“Business is dwindling these days. It’s not that bad, but I believe it could be better,” Timur said after taking a long, generous gulp from his glass as he watched me go through the papers.
I didn’t respond; I leaned back on my chair and stared into space for a while.
I stroked my jaw. “We need to strategize, find a way to get things going once again.”
Timur ran his hand over his head a few times before he got the courage to say what he had in mind. “How about Daniel? We should be able to use him to our advantage, right? Isn’t that why you were forced to marry his daughter?”
I gulped when Timur mentioned Jenna, subtly bringing my thoughts in her direction. A picture of her suddenly appeared in my head, and I found myself fantasizing about her right there.
I was only brought back to reality when I heard Timur’s fingers snapping in front of my face. “Don’t tell me you haven’t communicated with him regarding this matter.” He eyed me suspiciously.
I cleared my throat and leaned forward again. My hand moved swiftly to my computer to check my email for the message I’d been waiting for. However, just like it had been all along, there was no response.
“About that—I’ve sent in a few proposals, but he isn’t as responsive as expected. He’s always been slow in carrying out activities.”
Timur raised his brows high enough that his forehead wrinkled. “Really? Seeing that his daughter is involved, I thought the opposite would be true. Does he not care about his daughter at all?”
I chuckled lightly but didn’t say anything; instead, I looked out the window, which overlooked the main road.
When I got bored in my office, I would stand over my window and look out at the city, watching all the cars speeding past. The view was always so beautiful, especially at night.
Now that I had the time to think about it—and now that Timur had mentioned it—I thought of the fact that Daniel easily switched Jenna with his other daughter. He must have known what it would be like to get married to a man like me. It was as if he favored one daughter over the other...
I wondered what kind of past Jenna had; I guessed she must have been the reserved type, especially since she’d been untouched. I was thrilled that I was the first man to touch her.
My thoughts drifted back to our wedding night when I’d had her right under my skin. The way she’d reacted to my touches, the sounds she made when I touched her, how fragile she’d felt in my arms, and how soft her lips had felt against mine. I couldn’t help but think about the look in her eyes as she looked up at me with those clear green eyes.
A soft thud on my desk returned my attention to the fact that I’d drifted out of reality again. I looked up to see Timur staring at me with raised eyebrows.
“You keep drifting away from the conversation. Seems like you have other, more important things in mind.” He smirked.
A scoff escaped my lips. There was no way whatever I had in mind was more important than my business.
The conversation moved from trying to source ways to get Daniel more active and discuss some enemies that needed to be “taken care of.” I hadn’t been contributing anything because, apparently, I had not been following. I’d let the thought of a green-eyed woman completely take over my whole being.
It had been three weeks since the wedding and the first sexual experience with my bride, three weeks of sharing my space with a woman. For some unknown reason, I found myself being unable to get her out of my mind. I thought about her at any given time and any opportunity.
I was sure that whatever it was that kept bringing her thoughts to my head, it wasn’t love. I was incapable of love. Words such as love and affection should not even exist in my vocabulary.
However, that first night had refused to leave my head—maybe because I hadn’t had a chance to have sex with her again since then.
I swallowed hard when I thought of her and how I would like to handle her body once I got back home again.
I’d shifted my work to New York recently, so I was apart from her for a long time plus the fact that I had so many enemies to take care of—like the ones who dared to attack me on my wedding day. All these things conspired to keep me away from her.
But from my seat in the office, where I was supposed to be talking business, I was already making plans and thinking of ways I would like to violate her body once I got the chance.
The next time Timur snapped his fingers in my face, my lips spread into a smile before I reached out for the bottle of vodka I’d pushed away earlier.
If only he knew the things that dwelled in the deepest part of my mind.