“Wasn’t that difficult to get.”
Without moving my head, I glance at the label and read: Lauren Watson.
“What’s in this?”
Timur drops into the seat opposite my desk. “Latest news on her whereabouts, life updates, et cetera. Compiled all into one folder so it’s user-friendly.”
I bring the folder closer and set my palm on it.
“Why do you care what’s going on with her?” he asks.
I keep my eyes on the folder. “Because she hasn’t backed off. She’s just gotten smarter.”
Timur seems to hesitate. “Do you want me to take care of her?”
“And bring turbulence to your marriage?”
“Sophia doesn’t have to know the truth, although,” his gaze drifts, “I would prefer not to lie to her. She’s a respectable woman.” He pauses. Shakes it off. “Anyway, Lauren hasn’t been poking around for weeks. What’s the issue?”
“The issue,” I say, straightening in my seat, “is that she has,bratan. She’s just been a little more discreet about it since we slept together. But she hasn’t given up. And you know what that means.”
“That she’s got Aslanov’s attention.”
“Da.Correct.”
“Have you talked to her since?”
“Nyet.” I shut the folder harder than intended and push it away. It’s true. She hasn’t reached out and I’ve been keeping my distance. But that doesn’t mean I’ve let her out of my sight.
“You like her,” Timur states bluntly.
I puff out a breath, ignoring the smug smirk on his face. It’s irrelevant, and more pressing matters require my attention. Besides, whether I like Lauren or not, it doesn’t matter. Not in the grand scheme of things. Although her pink nipples and her gorgeous body as she moves up and down my cock tend to invade my mind in unwelcome moments.
I grunt, brushing thoughts about our night together aside.
“She’s an accident waiting to happen. Too hot-headed, too impulsive. That makes her a recipe for disaster. If she keeps this up, she’s going to cause a fucking disaster and you know it.”
Timur watches me for a moment more and nods slowly, making sense of my words. His eyes study my face like he’s trying to read my thoughts. Then, he pushes himself up from the chair.
“I have to go. Sophia’s getting out of work soon, and I want to bring her dinner.”
“Look at you becoming domesticated.” I smirk. “I don’t remember that being in your marriage contract.”
Timur smirks as he walks towards the door. “It wasn’t.” He leaves my office, clicking the door shut behind him.
Instead of returning to my computer, I heave a sigh and reach for the folder on the table. Perhaps Timur has a point. Perhaps I should stop caring, stop tracking Lauren’s whereabouts, and just leave her to her own devices. Let her get herself into as much trouble as she wants.
Except I wonder if she’s going to drag me along when that happens.
I open the folder again and leaf through the pages. There’s nothing too important, and some of these things I already know. What gym she works out at, her favorite coffee shop, what route she takes to work.
I get ready to close the folder when something catches my eye.
‘Luton’s Medical Practice.’
Medical records.
Interesting.
