“Yes, you are. And you will have to start learning to act like it. You need to adjust to my lifestyle and be a proper Bratva wife, not someone who hides in a filthy kitchen and eats alone.”
“Excuse me? I don’t think you have the right to say when, where, or how I eat my dinner. And as far as being yourwifegoes, we both know that’s just a piece of paper.”
“It most certainly is notjust a piece of paper. That is a binding contract that you signed. You are married to me, Georgie. There are standards to uphold. I expect certain things from you.”
“Oh, you expect.” I burst out laughing. “What else do youexpectfrom your wife, Kristopher?” I shoot the alarming question at him before I have a chance to think about what I’m asking.
His eyes flare, his lips part.
I gasp in shock as my body spikes with heat, thinking about his massive, muscular form against me, pressing me into the wall, his lips on mine.
He steps closer to me, and I can’t tell if he’s amused by my question or my reaction to it. It feels as though he can read my thoughts, and that makes my cheeks turn pink.
I stammer something incomprehensible as I take a step back and find myself trapped against the counter.
“Georgie,” he says, lifting his hand.
My phone rings in my back pocket, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “It’s Jess,” I say quickly, answering before he can stop me.
“Hi, Jess,” I say happily, my voice shaking ever so slightly.
“What happened? Where are you now? My brother messaged me to tell me you were taken, but he got you somewhere safe. Oh my word, Georgie, are you okay?” she blurts out a string of questions.
I wave Kristopher away, silently asking for privacy, but he folds his arms across his chest and watches me with a glint in his eyes.
He has no intention of going anywhere. I scrunch my nose at him, making my disapproval blatant. It doesn’t work. He stays there, listening.
“I’m sorry, I kept meaning to call you. I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. I’m fine. I’m safe. I’m, uh, staying in your brother’s mansion.” I laugh nervously.How much did he tell her?
I can’t stop watching him. It’s distracting.
Does she know I married her brother? I got kidnapped, he purchased me at some crazy party in the middle of nowhere, and now I’m married to him.Hey, sister-in-law…we’re officially family now.Actually, that part would go down pretty well, I think. She and I are like family already.
I smirk, amused by my own thoughts, and Kristopher’s gaze becomes more intense.
“Oh my word. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me you were staying with him. That makes me so happy. At least I know you’ll be safe. I need to have a word with him,” Jess says, speaking fast.
“He’s being a very good host,” I say, my eyes burning into him as he smiles at me.
“Oh, good. I was going to chew him out because he never updates me properly. Anyways, it doesn’t matter now, because I can talk to you instead. Are you okay, though? It must have been scary,” she says with care.
“Well, I’m okay. There’s no need to yell at your brother. Sorry, I didn’t call you right away. I’m really fine. I’m even back at university, classes have been crazy.” Now isn’t the time to share with her how terrified I was when those men had me.
“As long as you’re okay. That’s all that matters. I thought…uh. It doesn’t matter. I’m just so relieved to hear your voice.”
Jess and I chat for a moment, but it’s difficult to concentrate with Kristopher hovering so close to me. I can smell his cologne. And the way he has his arms folded is making his impossibly big muscles bulge even more.
“Babe, I’ve got to run. We can talk properly soon, I promise.”
“Alright, yes, go on. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I slide my phone back into my pocket, and he cocks his head to the side. “Sweet,” he murmurs, smiling.
“Oh, shush,” I huff.
“So, about dinner, at the dinner table…” he raises his brows at me. My heart is stuttering and flailing in my chest. I need to get away from him and how good he smells.
