Page 41 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

“And how would I know that? You said it yourself, you’ve never seen me at one of these. It’s taken meticulous planning to keep it that way and you want me to risk it for your honey-brown eyes?”

His ears instantly turned pink. I was enjoying playing rich, but I could feel the alcohol slowly sneaking up on me. I had to wrap this up before I made a mess of myself.

“We can start slow, baby…” his voice trailed off, his eyes glued to the spot behind me.

I tried to turn, but strong hands on my waist held me in place.

“It’s time to go.”

The statement alone was enough to set me off, but I was sober enough to know this was hardly the place and I would only end up looking like an idiot.

“It was nice to meet you, George. I hope we run into one another soon.”

I felt bad for how I left him, but I preferred to preserve his image of me as a mysterious rich woman.

No words were uttered between the time it took for us to leave the hall and when the car came around.

“I will leave with the same car I came in.”

“The driver had an emergency to attend to.”

I folded my arms beneath my boobs. “I can find my way home.”

“I brought you here and I’ll take you home. Get in before you cause a scene.”

I slipped into the vehicle, scooting all the way to the other side of the seat.

“Do you have any clue on how to be professional?” Kazimir asked the moment the car pulled out the driveway.

“What sort of question is that?” I should watch my tone with him, but I was beyond done with his bullshit and the alcohol in my blood made him less scary.

“You attend a public event with me and proceed to jump from one man to another whilst getting drunk.”

A ringing sound went off somewhere in my ear. The nerve of this man.

“First, I didn’t attend the event with you, and secondly, you had both hands occupied with your blonde and barely spared me a moment of attention.”

I winced at the way the words came out. It definitely had a wrong ring to it and Kazimir caught it.

“So this is about Svetlana?”

“This is not about anything. Forget what I said, and next time you can proceed to bring another one, probably have your tongue inside her the whole time.”

I should really stop talking.

Kazimir looked at me. The car was dark, but I could make out his features through the lights from the street lamp. He was amused.

I should’ve taken a lot of water to dilute the alcohol in my system. My filter was broken, and now I probably sounded like some miserable, jealous wench.

“Look at me, Genevieve.”

“I’m not a dog you can order to do whatever you want,” I snapped, looking anywhere but at him.

His finger hooked on my chin, guiding my eyes to his. I didn’t know which was worse: the way alcohol made me spew a bunch of rubbish, or the way it heightened my senses and response to his touch.

Regardless, I maintained a passive exterior.

“You were jealous. Was that why you were flirting with that bloke? You wanted to get back at me?”