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Her head collapsed weakly over my shoulder after she came with my dick still inside her. It became clear to me there and then that I was never going to let this woman go, ever.
Chapter 17 - Adrienne
“There’s no way I’m wearing that,” I said to Isidor, pushing the box of a designer dress in his hand away. “I prefer something more modest.”
Isidor squinted at me, probably not believing me.
All my life, my papa had me dressed up in revealing clothes. How else could I attract men to their deaths if I didn’t seduce them first?
Remembering it made my tongue bitter and I would really vomit my whole stomach out if I didn’t stop trying to replay the memories in my head.
“What do we do? He shopped these for you himself.”
Andrei and I had been getting along pretty well for some days now. I no longer got mad when he called me wife and he’d been pretty nice to me as well.
He still teased me sometimes though. The man couldn’t help his mischievous nature, and I still made out time to taunt him whenever I wanted to as well.
Other than that, we were cool with each other. Almost like a married couple who cared for each other dearly. Who loved each other.
Love was out of the equation, but I could agree we cared for each other. We respected each other unless it had to do with sex. We violated each other then.
I was thrilled about Andrei getting me a dress and sending a card asking me out on a date with him. Andrei had never asked me out on a date before.
It was hard to believe he could be romantic in any way, too.
The only time he’d ever done something that his warped way of reasoning considered romantic was when he gifted me Mario’s head on our wedding night. I didn’t even want to think of how gruesome that was.
“Give it here.” I opened my hand and Isidor put the box in it. I placed it on the bed beside another gift box Andrei had sent through Maria just minutes ago.
Isidor’s box contained a glittering, strapless, designer dress. I’d opened the other box as soon as it came and it had a pair of black six-inch heels and a tiny black designer purse in it.
“It will look good on you,” Isidor said as we both looked at the dress.
I rolled my eyes. “Darling, everything looks good on me.”
Amongst all the Levov brothers, Isidor was the closest to my age despite a difference of three years. He was nice to me and was basically the only one amongst the brothers who could share a smile easily.
Mikhail ignored me as much as he could and only talked to me when necessary. I didn’t take it personally, as he was that way to everyone who wasn’t Andrei.
Dimitri barely came by and when he did, he had this glare in his eyes as if he couldn’t wait to dig a hole in my forehead with his gun. Rude asshole.
Isidor, on the other hand, was so sweet. He visited me whenever he could and there was never a boring moment with him. He always had a lot to talk about and always cracked the funniest jokes.
I really wondered how someone so loveable was born out of the same womb as the other three mean, cold-hearted mafias. The difference was just too much between them.
Anyway, I was just glad I had Isidor. He was the closest thing to a friend or sibling I’d ever had.
“I know,” he smiled, his dark eyes glistening. “You should get ready; Andrei will be here in an hour.”
I yawned. I’d been asleep until Maria’s knock came on the door. I was still sleepy as fuck, and I really didn’t want to go on a date with no makeup considering I probably looked dull. “Do you think Andrei will be mad if we got a makeup artist?”
“You’re beautiful, you don’t need makeup.”
“True,” I nodded. “I don’t need to, but I want to.” I wasn’t a ‘pick me’ girl or whatever people called them these days. I loved looking good whenever I could, and makeup helped elevate my beauty.
And I didn’t want to look good because of Andrei. I had no idea why the tiny voices in my head wanted this to be about him because it really wasn’t. Really.
“He doesn’t like it when just anyone comes in here, Adrienne. No one will hurt him easily, but he’d slaughter the whole city if anyone hurts you.”
