I sat in my truck before I headed back to work, fighting the overwhelming urge to become violent. The thought of Mila sleeping in her bed while some man was creeping around our yard, trying to get inside the house? Pissed off didn’t describe the rage I felt.
I keptin constant touch with either Anton or Oleg during the day. I told myself it was because I needed reassurances that she was okay, but I was starting to doubt my own excuses.
Me: How’s she doing?
Anton: Laughing with her friends in study hall
Something sharp twisted low in my gut. Jealousy. It was a ridiculous feeling, completely unwanted, but real nonetheless.
Me: Any sign of trouble?
Anton: Nothing
Me: Keep me posted
I stared unseeing at my computer screen, willing myself to focus on something other than my wife. But thoughts of her kept pulling me off my game.
Before I could stop myself, I texted Mila. Even as I was writing out the message, I knew it was a bad idea.
Me: I have a business dinner I need you at tonight. 8 PM.
I stared at the message for a long moment. I was on thin ice. I had no business trying to spend more time with Mila.
I hit send.
I didn’t even try to pretend to work while I waited impatiently for her response.
Finally my phone dinged.
Mila: Sexy or chaste?
Just the thought of getting to see her tonight made my entire body tighten. If she dressed sexy again, she’d be testing my willpower, which was almost nonexistent.
Me: I want you to remember who you belong to
Mila: I have the perfect dress
A moment later, my phone dinged again. Anticipating another sassy text from Mila, I opened it with a smile.
It was Grisha.
Grisha: I got your monthly sales report. Call me.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. Grisha was relentless in his micromanaging. There was no pleasing the man and he always had opinions on how his way was better.
I was sparringat the gym with Maksim, trying to burn off some of the energy building inside of me. After I pummeled him up against the ropes for the fifth time, he bounced away and took out his mouth guard. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You just seem a little… pent up.”
“I’m fine. Just burning off some stress, you know?”
He grinned at me. “Heating up the sheets is a better stress reliever than fighting.”
He didn’t know that I hadn’t yet consummated my marriage. Or that my wife had been putting on sexy little shows just for me. Or that I was suffering a state of sexual frustration that would rival a teenage boy’s.
I’d never admit that to anyone. “I needed a workout.”
