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My eyes blinked in confusion as I wrapped the bedsheet around my body and stood up. My legs wobbled, and I almost went down. Nikolay moved forward, grabbing me by the hips and helping me find my footing again.
When I went to lean into his body, he stepped away, leaving me cold and empty. Nikolay turned around, giving me his back. I saw my red harsh lines where I had savagely dragged my nails. His skin was scratched raw. I watched him quickly pull on his sweatpants, my mind still foggy.
“What do you mean?” I asked. Actually, I knew what he meant. It was always like this. He would find me, fuck me, and then leave.
Only difference was this time I came to him. But he still fucked me. And now he was making me leave.
The blissful moment that I was completely lost in seconds ago was now shattered.
He turned to face me, his expression so cold—almost deadly. I shivered and brought the sheet closer to my body, seeking comfort from it.
“You came here to be fucked, and I gave your greedy cunt what it needed. Now you can fucking leave, Evaline. We both got what we wanted,” he hissed.
Forget about hurting for him…all of a sudden, I was blinded by anger, and I lurched forward. His body was stiff as he stood still.
When my palm met his cheek, he didn’t even flinch. The corner of his lips bled, and he touched the cut.
His expression thundered with fury, and he grabbed me by the neck before slamming me against the wall. “I would suggest you never hit me again, Evaline. You won’t like the result. I’ll let it go this time,” he growled low.
“I am not a whore or someone you buy from a fucking prostitution ring, Nikolay. So don’t treat me like one,” I hissed back, fighting unshed tears.
How dared he? His words had cut deeper than he could imagine.
You came here to be fucked, and I gave your greedy cunt what it needed. Now you can fucking leave, Evaline. We both got what we wanted.
He spoke as if I was someone cheap…only be used for someone’s pleasure.
“But isn’t that exactly what we’ve been doing for the last couple of years, Evaline?” he sneered into my face, his lips curled up in anger.
Why are you angry? I wanted to scream. What have I done?
“Beauty,” I whispered, a single tear falling down my cheek. It made a wet trail, and Nikolay’s eyes tracked it.
His jaw clenched, and I could almost hear his teeth grinding together.
“Evaline. I used you and you let me…what exactly does that make you, huh? I won’t be surprised if you’re fucking around. In my book, that makes you a filthy whore. So don’t be offended when I call you one,” he whispered harshly into my ear.
My lungs squeezed as I fought for breath, his words cutting me deeper.
This was not the man who called me Beauty.
This was not the man who made sweet love to me.
“You are so fucking stubborn, Nikolay! Just stop it,” I almost screamed. “Please,” my words turned to begging.
His fingers released my neck, and I slumped against the wall, watching him take a step away.
“You know damn well that you’re the only man I have ever been with. The only man who has ever touched me. You’re the only man who has ever made love to me—or, in your case, fucked me,” I whispered now. My words came out so soft, sounding so broken even to my own ears.
“Too bad, you aren’t the only woman I have fucked.”
My heart slammed to a stop, and I plastered myself against the wall, hoping it would shield me away from Nikolay’s cruel words.
“What did you say?” I murmured, watching his face—watching for any lie.
“Evaline, your pussy isn’t so special that I only want to fuck it alone. I have had plenty of women over the last few years who kept me company,” he said with a dry laugh.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my nails biting hard into my palms.
“You’re lying,” I whispered. “I know you are lying.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not.”
I stayed silent, my eyes boring into his. Swiping away the tears, I opened my mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut again.
Me, who never ran out of words, was now speechless.
“Leave,” he said, pointing at the door.
I stared at him before taking in a shaky breath. “I have known you for eleven years. I have loved you for eleven years, Nikolay. I know you better than anyone else. When you were brought back to us, I knew we would never be the same again. I knew that, and I accepted it. Seven years and I am still fighting for you,” I whispered.
“Even when you push me away, I’m still here. I’m still waiting for you, just like I promised before.” I paused and wiped away from tears. “I am still waiting. Why can’t you see that?”
