Chapter 12 - Yefim

I walk over to Tia's office, which is next to mine, and drop the contract on the coffee table in front of the sofa where she is sitting going over some paperwork.

She leans down to pick up the typed page and stares at me with confusion. Her cute pale blue office dress is lifting over her thighs as she sits in her chair with her legs crossed. She sits back on the sofa and glances over the page. I watch her dress pull a little higher and feel my jaw clenching. "What is this?"

"This is my offer to you—in writing, because I know you want that security—stating that if you quit at least one of your other jobs, preferably both of them, your salary will increase to that amount next month."

Her eyes grow wide with confusion and then she looks back down at the page, scanning across it.

"Why would you offer me this? It's—Yefim, this salary is too high."

"It's not. You're doing an excellent job on every project I give you."

"All I have to do is quit one of my jobs?"

"Correct."

She continues to stare at the contract, muttering to herself, "But with this amount, I could pay off a large sum of my debt."

I stay quiet, waiting for her to sign the document. I know she is struggling with debt and the stress of it. I want to take that stress away for her and give her some kind of freedom from it.

She looks up again, shaking her head at me.

"What is the problem, Tia?"

"Why would you do this?"

"Because I want you fully focused on the right things, and your side jobs are nothing but a distraction at this point."

The right things being me.

Biting her lip, she picks up the pen on her desk and scribbles her signature at the bottom of the contract.

"I'll quit the dog walking," she confirms with confidence.

"And the editing?"

"Not the editing. Not yet."

"Why not, Tia? You don't need to be wasting time on that," I say, getting angry. I don't ever get to see her. I can't explain to her that's the reason I hate her working so many jobs. But between the studying, working and extra jobs, I never get to spend time with her, and that's all I want to do.

She's constantly in my thoughts. I always want to know where she is and what she's doing. Sometimes I follow her to class and wait outside her lecture hall just to make sure she's ok. I want to be around her, but not having to secretly follow her everywhere. I want proper time with her.

"It's not a waste of time, Yefim. That job still pays well, and it will help me pay off my debts even faster if I have the extra income coming in."

"Tia, I need you here in the office. The more time you spend there, the less you have here."

She stares at me in defiance.

I pick up the signed contract and shake my head. At least I've gotten her to stop that stupid dog-walking job. I honestly thought she would jump at the chance to leave both of her side jobs. I made sure that the money I offered in the salary increase allowed for it.

I am both annoyed and impressed because most girls would have wanted to stop working altogether if they could, but she keeps pushing on. She isn't scared of putting time and effort into what she wants.

But I also hate the fact that she isn't doing what she's told.

I am her husband, and she is supposed to obey me.

I clench my jaw as I march back to my own office, determined to make a show of letting her know that she needs to quit the other job.

I just have to figure out how to do that.

***

Later that afternoon, Tia comes into my office to deliver a completed project.

"How did it go?" I ask as she hands me the binder.

"It was good. Just check my work, please, because I'm still getting used to that program."

"Tia, I don't have time to check your work and finish these other projects. We got three new clients this week. I need to give one of them to you."

"I can't take on another client yet, Yefim. I'm still finding my feet and getting to know the processes. You already have me working on five projects alone."

I feel my lips curving into an annoyed grimace.

"If you quit your other job, you'd have more time," I snarl angrily.

"Stop bringing that up. I do the editing in my free time. I have every right to do whatever I want in my free time," she snaps back at me.

But I want her to spend her free time with me.

"Fine, Tia. I will ask someone else to help with the new projects."

"Good," she throws back at me, then turns to march out, her hips swaying to accentuate her annoyance, but all it does it turn me on.

***

The next morning, my brother's assistant, Zoey, is sitting in my office on the sofa working on one of the new projects with me. Tia walks in and sees the young, dark-haired girl in her tight black dress sipping on coffee and scanning through documents with me.

"Yefim?" Tia says cautiously, unsure if Zoey is a new client or not.

"Tia, Zoey. Zoey, Tia." I wave my hand between them, introducing them.

"Hi, Zoey. Are you new here?"

"I'm just here to help with some of the overflow of work," she smiles at Tia.

Then she turns to me and runs her hand across my leg.

I glance down at it, my brows knotting slightly.

"Yef, do you want more coffee? I'm finished, but I'll need another cup if we are going to be getting through all of this. We might even have to stay late tonight." She giggles.

Tia spins on her heels and marches out of the office.

She's been stressed for a while, trying to hold down a few different jobs. I guess she is still feeling the pressure of all of it.

Zoey returns a little later with fresh coffee for both of us. She leans across the table we are working on, her cleavage practically spilling out of her dress into my lap as she does so.

I ignore it. She's a beautiful girl, but she has nothing on Tia.

Besides, the overly forward flirtation isn't attractive to me.

I glance out of the office door towards Tia's office, wondering what she's doing now.

Zoey sits down next to me, her thigh brushing up against mine.

I am about to move a little away when she says. "Oh, silly me, I left my coffee all the way on that side of the table."

She giggles, stands up and leans over the table. Her dress is short, and I'm sitting eye-level to her ass as she bends. I can see the color of her lace panties. I snarl, annoyed at Zoey for being so blatantly forward with me. Perhaps I made a mistake bringing her in. Perhaps I should have opted for someone else. I know Zoey has always had a thing for me, but she's damn good at getting things done in the office. She is taking her time reaching for her coffee, and I'm automatically staring at her, bent over the table, except it is not having the desired effect on me. All she is doing is annoying me. We have to work to do.

"Yefim." Tia is standing in the doorway again. She's glaring at me, and I quickly shift my gaze off Zoey's ass. Shit.

I'm sure that looked pretty bad.

Tia walks in and drops three binders onto the coffee table where we are sitting.

Zoey sits down again, smiling sweetly.

"Tia, do you need help with these?" she asks.

"I most certainly don't need anything from you, Zoey," she snaps, and then spins around to walk away.

"Are these done?" I call after her, wondering why she came in here and wanting her to stay longer.

"They're done," she snaps back.

"Shame, she seems super stressed," Zoey says, sounding empathetic. But then her hand is back on my leg and she's running it up and down my thigh. "Maybe I should take over some of her clients. She's clearly not handling it well."

I knit my brows as I stare at the door. She does seem really stressed. I don't like the fact that she is stressed. I want her to feel happy and comfortable, not overloaded with work. Perhaps I've been pushing her too much.

Maybe I should find out if she wants to hand one of her clients over to Zoey. Temporarily. Until she gets used to all of this and quits the other job.

I push myself off the sofa and Zoey complains, "Oh no, where are you going?"

"To speak to my wife," I say bluntly.

Zoey pouts a little, and I pull my mouth tight. This girl has no boundaries. If she wasn't so good at her job, I would have kicked her out already.

"Don't be long," she calls after me.

I ignore her as I walk into Tia's office.

Tia is sitting at her desk with a face of thunder. She stands up and walks around the front of the desk when I walk in.

"What do you want, Yefim?" she practically snarls at me. What the fuck. She must be ridiculously stressed out.

"I came to see how you were doing."

"Oh, what, you suddenly care? You looked very busy in your office there. Was I interrupting something private?"

"We are pretty busy—just catching up on a few things. I wanted to ask if you wanted to hand over one of the binders to Zoey. She can take over one of your clients and free up some of your time. Maybe it will help with—"

"Zoey?" she practically screams in anger. "Zoey?"

I pull my head back, shocked at her outburst. Is she that offended that I would want to take a binder away to help her out?

I turn towards her office door and close it before someone hears her angry shouting. Perhaps this is a conversation best had in private.

"Tia, Zoey has been doing this job for years. She's worked with my brother—"

"Oh I bet she's worked with your brother. More like on your brother. Or under your brother. She was practically sitting in your lap earlier, and when I walked in now, your eyes were all the way up her skirt. Why don't you run back in there to Zoey and leave me the hell alone," she spits out bitterly, her eyes full of rage and heated jealousy.

Jealous.

Tia is jealous of Zoey.

I chuckle. This is incredible.

She doesn't like the idea of some other girl trying her luck with me. In fact, she seems dead against it from her reaction.

"Tia—are you—jealous?"

"Get the fuck out of my office, Yefim. Or should I say, Yef ?"

I chuckle again, taking a step towards Tia.

She backs up against her desk, turning her face away from me as the thrill of her jealously rushes through me and I press my body against hers.

"Get off me, Yefim. Go and get your fill from Zoey. "

I grab her neck in my hand and force her to look at me. "You are blind, girl." I snarl at her, my lips inches from hers. "Are you really that stupid?"

Can't she see that all I want is her? Can't she figure that out?

Tia gasps as my fingers tighten around her throat.

The thought of her being jealous of someone else making a move on me has me pushed over the edge. My cock is throbbing as I press it against her. In fright, Tia leans back over the desk, her hands resting on the edge as I push even closer to her.

I can't believe she is jealous. That means she doesn't want anyone else near me. She doesn't want to share me.

I wrap my hand under her ass cheek and lift her onto the desk, pushing my hips between her legs and forcing them open as her dress rides up over her hips.

"You've got it wrong, Tia," I growl against her lips, then press my mouth over hers and kiss her, heated and passionate.

I tug my pants open and free my cock.

There is not stopping me now.

I've waited too long for this. She's pushed me away too many times. But now—now I know she wants me.

One of her hands leaves the edge of the desk and twists into my shirt, right over my heart, as I grab her panties and pull them to the side.

I run my finger over her pussy and feel how wet she is.

Dripping. She is so ready for me.

Tia tilts her head back as I push my cock into her pussy.

She opens her mouth to cry out, but my hand is still around her throat, cutting off any sound that might escape, just tight enough to keep her quiet.

I thrust into her, and paperwork slides off the desk behind her, her coffee mug rattling across the surface. I slam into her again, the feeling of finally being inside her almost too much to bear.

I wrap my arm around her back to hold her against me as my thrusts become more urgent. Faster, pushing deeper inside her as my cock throbs in her pussy, and her pussy pulses over me with pleasure and need.

Tia's nails are digging through my shirt, into my skin, the pain of it mixing with the pleasure in the heat of the moment.

I can feel her legs beginning to shake and she's pushing her hips forward against me.

I pull her head to the side and whisper against her ear. "You belong to me."

Her body begins shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm sucks my cock deeper into her pussy.

I snarl as my cock goes rigid and starts pulsing and exploding into her.

I bury my face against her cheek as wave after wave of pleasure escapes me.

Then, I slowly release my hand from her throat.

I step away from her, suddenly very aware of where we are.

Anyone could have walked in at any time.

I chuckle, pulling my pants closed.

I eye her up and down as she slides off the edge of the desk and quickly pulls her dress down, trying to make herself look neat again.

Without saying anything, just a grin on my face, I turn and walk out of the office.