We both agreed it was just an arrangement.
“Just get over it,” I muttered to myself.
Unsure what I was supposed to even do now, I got up and showered. Dressed to go to the gym, I left my room and headed downstairs.
Back home, I’d be on top of Arturo’s agenda, assisting him and the runners with another smuggling operation.
Here, I hadnopurpose.
Other than… to be his thing to fuck?
It was such a waste. It was an insult.
I had so much to offer, so much I needed to help my brother with, and here I was, expected to play housewife or something like that?
I found him in the dining room. Smells of coffee and breakfast lured me there, but when I entered the room, Maksim only glanced up for a second.
Cool.
Uninterested.
In control.
He wasn’t showing a single sign of what he’d done last night, all those angry looks of impatience or the needy glares of desire as he pounded into me.
No desire whatsoever.
Fine.
Whatever.
I sat next to him, though, taking the hint that I could with the unused coffee mug set there. The plate was probably for me as well, unless he had other guests in mind.
He didn’t react or greet me as I began to load my plate with proteins, skipping the empty calories of pastries. A black coffee and I was good to go.
Not that I have any clue where to go or what to do around here.
Based on the first night I was here, I guessed that I was going to be left to my own devices and just be a captive spouse or something. To me, that meant going to the gym and working out. Then maybe walking around in the garden?
Fuck, what am I going to do with myself?
I had never been into TV or reading, too focused on being a daddy’s girl and wanting to help the Cartel.
I hadn’t heard from my brother, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known what to tell him in terms of spying. There was nothing to report.
Bored with the silence as I ate, I glanced over at the papers and images he had lying around. The pile didn’t seem to have any organization, but I realized what he was reviewing. I’d seen GPSmaps of the areas before. I’d familiarized myself with the code speak that was used when setting up a run.
All the papers he was looking over were the gritty kinds of details I was used to.
He didn’t hide them. He didn’t even seem bothered by my presence, like I wasn’t even on his radar.
The more I looked, though, even from the limited view I had, it was crystal clear that issues would pop up with this specific smuggling plan and the corresponding routes.
“You’ll never be able to get a shipment on that interstate.”
He went still for a second after I spoke. It was the only sign that I had that he’d even heard me.
Fine. Suit yourself. Ignore me.
