When he rolls off the bed, that whole little, cozy scene we had going on disintegrates to dust and leaves me pouting.
I know we had to get out of bed eventually, but he’s mad at me.
How is he mad at me?
I was the stuffing in a feather comforter burrito roll for him!
Irritated, I clamber out from between the sheets and head into the closet.
Something tells me Maxim didn’t want me to follow him into his bathroom… and I’m not sure why that hurts.
THIRTY-FIVE
WELCOME TO THE FAMILY
By the timeI’ve finished in the shower, I can hear that she’s uncovered the “her” bathroom annexed to her closet.
The only thing that eases my mood is when I look in the mirror as I brush my teeth.
Those little fangs of hers butchered my left pec and made a heart shape. Fuck—around the cut she gave me during her initiation.
My fingers absently stroke the marks she left behind…
I’m too old for this bullshit. Too old to believe in anything other than smart marriage matches.
Of course, Misha would say this is the opposite of a “smart marriage match.”
Not that I give a fuck what he thinks.
Perhaps it’s unfair of me to head downstairs without her once I’ve dressed. But as much as she just pissed me off, I want to gain some idea of the lay of the land.
One of my guards nods when he sees me then states, “In the breakfast room,shukher.”
I head that way and find the massive spread my staff have laid out in my absence.
“Are you sure it’s been pasteurized?”
I hear Inessa’s voice before I see her, as she has her back to the door.
“I’m certain, ma’am. Would you like me to bring you the tin?”
“Do you mind?”
“Of course not, ma’am. I remember how I had to double-check everything when I was pregnant too.”
Camille spots me first and narrows her eyes at me over a mimosa. “This was Victoria’s idea, wasn’t it? Bribe us with a breakfast banquet?”
Inessa twists around to glare at me.“Bitch knows I love me some brunch.”
I raise my hands as I slip into the room and take my seat at the head of the table. Even though I’m annoyed, there’s delicious wonder in seeing that the seat opposite me has had a place set there too.
For the first time since I moved into this house.
Camille follows my gaze. “Where is she?”
“Showering.”
Inessa complains, “This long?”
