She goes to sleep before I do with her back facing me. If I try to touch her, she slaps, hits, or pushes me away as if I’m the most disgusting thing to ever exist.
It doesn’t matter how many methods I use or how far I go to reignite any form of connection.
The more I try, the harder she works to demolish those plans.
I know she’s forcing it. I can feel it in the subtle tremor of her skin whenever I touch her. I see it in her parted lips and chameleon eyes. I hear it in the hitch in her breathing whenever my body is near hers.
But she’s determined to not give in to those emotions.
Sooner or later, she will.
I won’t give up until she becomes my wife again.
Lately, she’s been spending time with the guards, catching up and what-the-fuck-ever. I don’t like that she smiles with them, Konstantin, Karina, and even damn Kristina, but those smiles are never directed at me.
Have I considered punishing my guards for that very irrational reason? Absolutely. The only problem is that no matter how much I subject them to my wrath, it won’t change Sasha’s position toward me.
The day I announced to everyone that she’s my wife, she stiffened in my hold as if I were announcing a death sentence.
The others had all sorts of questions, to which she answered that she had no choice but to be a man. But now, she’s snatched back her power and is choosing to be herself again. She also apologized for ‘lying’ to them all this time.
Admittedly, they took it a lot better than I expected, probably because they already knew she was a woman after I buried her fake body. Their acceptance, however, brings up the issue that she’s too close to them for my liking.
The same applies to the damn members of my organization. We just finished our general meeting and I brought her into the dining room, held her by the waist, and introduced her as my wife.
Most of them have their mouths open, except for Rai, who has the audacity to pull my wife from my grip and hug her.
“I knew your time wasn’t up!”
Says the woman who’s been threatening me with bodily harm every time she’s seen me because she thought I’d killed my wife.
Even I started to believe that damn theory deep in my deranged heart.
I thought I’d taken things too far and I was paying the price for my failure.
Sasha hugs her back, though tentatively and with enough awkwardness to show in every line of her delicate face.
My wife has never been the best with social interactions—at least, not when it comes to touch.
A few months ago, I was the only one whose touch she craved. Anytime, anywhere.
Now I’m the only one she desperately wants to escape.
Do I want to punch Rai to the next planet because of that? Yes. But I’m always plagued with thoughts of violence when it comes to that shit Rai.
Mikhail and Igor pretend they’ve never seen Sasha before. Vladimir narrows his eyes, but keeps his unnecessary opinion to himself.
Damien, who was either asleep or stuffing his face with cookies during the meeting, watches the scene with a furrowed expression. It’s weird that he doesn’t call Sasha out on it, but no one actually knows what goes on in that crazy man’s head.
Adrian raises a brow, but it’s more out of amusement than anything else.
Kyle is standing behind Rai, probably to protect her from me if I decide today will be the last one she’s allowed to breathe.
If she didn’t have him, her corpse would be in the concrete of some upcoming shopping center as we speak.
Rai finally breaks away from Sasha. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“No.” I yank Sasha to my side, my hand tightening on her hip. “I refuse to share her time.”
My wife subtly pushes my hand away while smiling at Rai. “I’d love that.”
My jaw tightens and I glare at Kyle with the clear message, “Take your wife away.”
He lifts a shoulder and fails to hide a smirk that I’m going to shoot right off his face.
Everyone starts to filter out of the room, Sasha and Rai preceding them, chattering happily about fuck knows what.
Adrian lingers behind. He approaches me and taps his index finger on his thigh with his stupid eyebrow still raised.
My attention remains on the exit through which Sasha just left and I say absentmindedly, “You have something to say, say it and stop standing there like a clown.”
“I’d argue that someone else in this room is a better fit for the clown’s position.”
My attention slides to him. “Is that the point you wanted to make?”
“Hey, don’t be irritable toward me. I’m not the one who took away your wife.” He pauses. “Does this mean you’ll stop being a crazy motherfucker now that she’s back?”
“Too early to tell.”
“I can relate.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Want her to stay?”
I narrow my eyes. “What makes you think she won’t?”
“A hunch. Besides, why do you think I can relate?”
I face him. “I can’t believe I’m taking relationship advice from you.”
“At least my wife is with me, unlike yours, who seems to already have one foot out the door.”
“That’s not funny.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be. At any rate, if you want her to stay, don’t give her a way out.”
“If I don’t, she will leave.”
“She’ll leave anyway, but if you use the method I mentioned, there’s a higher success rate.” He releases me. “All I care about is your head being in the game.”
And then he strides out of the dining room.
I take a few moments to compose myself and stop the constant creative murderous thoughts I have toward Rai, then go outside.
In the living room, a few voices reach me, namely that of Damien, who thinks it’s a wonderful idea to test my hospitality and join my wife and Rai.
“I must say.” He pokes her cheek as if she’s a lifeless doll. “You look like this pretty boy Sasha who was Kirill’s guard. You even share the same name.”
“Are you serious?” Rai rolls her eyes. “She is Sasha.”
“Oh.” He studies her closely again, and I’m tempted to poke his eyes out and break that finger he’s touching her with.
“You became a woman?” he asks like a fucking idiot.
“I was always a woman, Damien.”
“Oooh. That’s why you were a pretty boy. Makes sense.” He pokes her cheek again. “You look much better as a woman.”
That’s it.
I stride to them and seize his finger, then twist it back and away from Sasha.
She stiffens, her lips resting in a line. Although she’s wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt, she’s glowing and looks enticing.
Or that could be my cock speaking in an attempt to finally get a taste.
“What the fuck?” Damien releases himself from my grip and inspects his finger.
“If you don’t want the rest of them broken, don’t touch my wife again.”
Rai rolls her eyes. “Let’s get away from all this revolting testosterone, Sasha.”
“No,” I say.
My wife glares at me, then gives me a sweet smile, which looks forced at best and evil at worst. She’s probably going to spend the rest of the day with Rai just to fuck with me.