I fucked her and left because that was how I always did things. I always take what I want and leave before anything can settle into something.
That was the truth sitting in the middle of my office.
I didn’t want to go back to the mansion because she would notice the shift. She would see the part of me changing into what I neither understood nor knew how to stop. She would see it immediately, and once she saw it, there would be no taking itback.
When things got this messy, a club usually worked better. I needed somewhere loud enough to drown out my own head, somewhere filled with movement and strangers who didn’t know my name.
I grabbed my bike key and phone before leaving the office.
Akim caught up with me in the hallway, matching my pace as we headed toward the elevator. I pressed the button and watched the numbers move across the panel while he held out a file toward me. “I have the file.”
“Take it back to the office.”
“Yes, boss. Also, Anton called.” I stared at the panel. Anton. The name sat at the edge of recognition. Who the hell was he supposed to be? The elevator arrived. “He wanted you to be aware that your wife asked to be taken out.”
I stopped before stepping in. Anton was Inna’s driver. “What do you mean?”
“He reported because it’s late, for safety purposes—”
“Where did she ask to go?” The words came out rough.
“The pharmacy, sir.”
The elevator doors began to close, and I put my hand out to hold them back. The pharmacy? Why the fuck was she at a pharmacy? Was she sick or hurt?
“Which pharmacy?” I stepped in and was already dialing her number.
“I’ll get the address from Anton, “ Akim said as the doors slid shut between us.
I held the phone to my ear, but the call went straight to voicemail. I pulled the phone away and stared at the screen for a second before dialing again. Why was her phone turned off?
Once the elevator opened, I stepped out and headed toward the exit. Did she get hurt during sex? She walked out of my office without even looking at me afterward, and at the time, Itold myself that was exactly what I wanted. Now she was at the pharmacy with her phone turned off, and my head kept circling back to it.
I tried to remember if she flinched while I was inside her, if there was any sign I hurt her. But I was too carried away fucking her to notice anything beyond the sound of my breathing and the way she said my name.
Akim’s message came through with the address as I got on the bike. I rode out into the evening, the wind cutting hard enough to clear nothing except the fact that mattered most. I hurt her.
In less than ten minutes, I was outside the pharmacy. I killed the engine, stepped off the bike, and walked straight to the entrance, pushing the doors open.
The shift in the room was immediate. Every head turned at once, customers pausing mid-step, a pharmacist freezing behind the counter. Every eye tracked my intrusion.
I scanned faces, and Inna wasn’t there.
“Where is my wife?” I asked, already moving toward the back door because she had to be somewhere in here.
“Sir, excuse me—” A pharmacist followed me, but I was already inside the room. A man in a white coat straightened from where he had been leaning over an elderly patient with a syringe. They both stared at me.
“Sir, you can’t be in here.” The pharmacist said.
“And you cannot breathe if I don’t find my wife.” I turned and looked for another door.
“Dmitri?” Inna’s voice came from the entrance behind me, and I turned.
She stood in the doorway, eyes wide on mine as if she was still deciding whether I was real or something worse.
I closed the distance between us before she finished processing what she was looking at, and I took her hands first. I turned them over, checking her wrists where I had gripped her againstthe shelf this morning. No marks. No redness. I shifted my attention to her face, my hand moving along her jaw, watching for anything I might have missed.
She looked fine. Was it her pussy?
