I took it, again being the good girl I was, without complaint.

We walked into the house, and I knew it wasn’t any ordinary house.

This was … different.

No words were spoken as Slavik put me at the bar. “Sit and stay.”

With my hands pressed to the counter, I had the childish urge to get up, but I stayed seated.

He left me alone.

There wasn’t a guard left to wait with me.

I just sat here.

Bored.

Again.

He would rather kill me with boredom than hire another bodyguard. What the hell was wrong with that?

I quickly came to the conclusion I didn’t like to be told to wait. Sitting at the bar in this … I wasn’t exactly sure what this place was, but I was annoyed. Slavik had interrupted my shopping spree, which I’d taken out of anger and desperate need to get away from him. Now he’d brought me along for his business again, and this time, rather than leave me in the car, he’d dumped me at the bar.

This wasn’t fair.

I knew many would argue life wasn’t fair, well, so what. I’d played the part of a doting wife. I’d done everything he asked of me, and it still wasn’t enough. Today, I’d attempted for the day to all be about me, and instead, it ended up with Slavik invading my time. I didn’t even get to have lunch by myself.

The man infuriated me.

Why couldn’t he just leave me alone to deal with these feelings I had about him? I still didn’t like him.

He was so bossy, and it was proven today with the way he dragged me off the street. Not that I’d had a whole lot of fun. Maybe I had when it came to handing over his credit card, but the clothes were pointless, as were the lingerie and the shoes. I wasn’t the kind of woman to need a new outfit every day. Today was a waste of my time. There were going to be many packages to send back.

I needed to find something to do.

Now I sat in this house, I think it was a house, waiting for him to come back to me.

The scent of cigar smoke and alcohol was heady in the air.

No one was around.

No guard to keep an eye on me.

I’d been playing the good girl role for too long now. Look where it had gotten me. A loveless marriage and a boring life. Still with no friends, but that wasn’t a surprise. No matter what I did, no one seemed to like me.

I spun around on the chair and glanced at the furniture. It was all expensive and classy. Getting to my feet, I moved toward the door and opened it. Rebel in the house. There was no guard on the door, and I smiled. Slavik clearly expected me to be good, or he simply didn’t care to have another guard wanting to kiss me.