The Russian Billionaire’s Accidentally Pregnant Bride Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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Instead of answering, Sergei started moving closer.

She stiffened. “Stop.” She was already lying at the very edge of the bed, and there was nowhere for her to go.

But the billionaire continued to move closer, and the bed continued to dip towards her side, forcing Fredericka to clutch the edge to prevent herself from falling. “Sergei,” she protested. “Stop—-”

But it was too late.

Every inch of his hot, powerful body was suddenly pressed against her, and she bit back a whimper.

Oh God.

“Does that answer your question?” Sergei’s rough, accented growl made Fredericka shudder, the involuntary response causing her belly to come into full contact with his cock.

Ah!

Sergei sucked in his breath, his plan to arouse Fredericka backfiring as his own control over his body threatened to snap. Lust so powerful had struck him the moment he felt her womanhood rub against his erection, and now the mere scent of her fed his arousal.

Blyad.

With near-inhuman strength, Sergei managed to pull away from her and rolled to his back, breathing hard.

As soon as the billionaire pulled away, Fredericka quickly flipped on her back as well, staring into the darkness as she tried her best to calm her still-hammering heartbeat.

The bed shifted, the billionaire moving, and she swallowed hard as she sensed him locking his fingers behind his head.

Oh God.

She could easily picture how sexy he looked at that moment, with his hand behind him, his hard, naked body in full display.

Fredericka squeezed her eyes shut.

This was going to be a long, long night.

And it was.

It was almost five in the morning when sheer exhaustion made her fall asleep, only for her buzzing alarm clock to wake her up an hour and a half later. Her head pounded like the devil, and sleep beckoned like an addictive drug.

But when she turned to her side, Fredericka became wide-awake in the next second.

The other side of the bed was empty, and she sat up, looking around her, searching but finding no sign of the billionaire.

“Sergei?”

She felt silly saying his name out loud, but what was sillier was the way she actually hoped he would answer back.

But only silence answered her.

Getting up, Fredericka stepped out of her bedroom, and the little hope she had left of seeing Sergei disappeared when she still didn’t see any sign of the billionaire.

He really was gone.

The thought made her feel heavy with emotions she couldn’t and didn’t want to name, and she forcibly reminded herself that there wasn’t any reason for her to feel bad in any way. He’s just a friend, dammit.

A friend, the way Alyx and Anneke were her friends.

The other girls slept over her place, too, and there were also times when she completely missed them the morning after. That hadn’t made her cry, so the billionaire leaving her before she woke up shouldn’t bother her either.

Right?

Fredericka nodded determinedly to herself. I’m not bothered. I’m not bothered. I’m not bothered. She repeated this line over and over in the shower and on her way out. She chanted it to herself while buying herself a croissant and coffee, but by the time she made it to the office, her mental pep talk had done her no good.

She still felt like she had been dumped.

“Good morning, Ms. Spears,” Selena, Fawkes & Rogers’ nineteen-year-old receptionist, greeted her with a frosty smile.

“Morning, Selena.” She forced herself to smile politely even as she privately wondered why it was that all the women these days seemed to hate her. First, there was Sergei Grachyov’s secretary, and now it was the law firm’s receptionist, who hadn’t ever bothered to greet her in the past.

She was about to walk past reception when Selena called out to her, saying, “You have a delivery.”

Halting mid-step, Fredericka turned to face the receptionist, more surprised than anything by Selena’s disgruntled tone. “What is it?” she asked, and her confusion deepened when the younger woman’s gaze slowly moved over her from head to toe.

A moment later, and Selena flipped her hair over her shoulder, as if saying that she didn’t find Fredericka any kind of threat. “I had it sent to your office,” the receptionist murmured offhandedly. “It was taking too much space, I couldn’t work.”

“Oh. Okay.” Turning around again, Fredericka wondered what kind of work Selena was talking about that it would require the entire counter space. As far as she knew, all Selena had to do was take care of the logbook and answer calls.

When she made it to her floor, Fredericka was bewildered by the looks that went her way. In Fawkes & Rogers, connections meant everything, and since Fredericka had none to speak of, her stellar performance in the courtroom had meant little to the law firm’s senior partners. She was still a nonentity as far as they were concerned, and she had never figured in anyone’s radar—-

Until now.


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