ASYA’S POV
“I should be back shortly,” Pasha says as he walks into the closet. “I need to sign some contracts and check if Kostya made another mess with the orders. If it takes longer than two hours, I’ll call you.”
I glance down at the phone in my hand. Yesterday, he went out saying he had an errand to run and came back half an hour later with a white paper bag. Inside had been a brand-new phone and a pair of headphones. He’d shrugged when he handed them to me and said they were in case I wanted to listen to music.
I set the phone on the nightstand and walk across the bedroom, stopping at the closet threshold. Pasha stands in front of the shelf on the left, rummaging through a stack of T-shirts. My eyes drift to the rack on the right where dozens of suits and dress shirts hang in perfe
