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Maxim
I’ve been gone for far longer than expected, but this meeting was necessary. It's hard getting all my men together under one roof, and I couldn't pass on the opportunity. Now, I need to find Sophia. When I get to the table, I only see Elena, and my heart starts racing.
“Where is Sophia?”
“She went to the bathroom.”
“How long ago?” It was stupid of me to loosen the security around her.
“Now that you mention it, she has been gone a bit.”
Fuck. Don’t panic.Maybe she went up to your room or got distracted doing god knows what. I grab my phone and dial her number. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. Fuck, where the hell is she?
After a dozen phone calls and twenty minutes later, I still can’t fucking find her. She's not in the bathroom or my room. Where are you, Sophia? Trying her number again, I head toward a small garden at the side of the house. I hear a faint ringing as I get close to the garden. Sophia. I run toward the noise, and there she is, sitting on a little bench with her face in her hands.
“Sophia,” I say, louder than I intended. I don’t care. She fucking disappeared without anyone knowing where she was.
“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” She looks up at me, and I notice her red puffy eyes. Is she crying? Reaching where she is sitting, I kneel and take her face in my hands.
“Why are you crying, printsessa?”
“Nothing important.”
“It’s important if you’re crying over it.”
“Let it go, Maxim. I’m okay now.”
“Sophia, what the fuck happened? Tell me right now.”
“Just because you say right now won’t make me want to tell you anything.” I sigh, trying to keep my cool.
“You know I’m not going to let this go. Either tell me the easy way, or I’ll throw you over my shoulders, take you to my room, and force it out of you. Your choice.” I’m hoping she fights me on this. I want to punish her.
“I’m having some doubts about being good enough for you, Maxim. I’m not Russian, and I’ll never bow down to you and do as you say.” Well, this came out of the left field.
“Why do you think it matters to me whether you’re Russian or not?”
“The girl you would marry ambushed me in the bathroom and told me some very harsh things.” Out of all the people she could listen to, she listened to that brainless bimbo?
“What did she say?”
“It doesn’t matter what she said, Maxim. What matters is that she had a point. I’m never going to be accepted by your people. I wasn’t raised in your world.”
“Listen, Sophia, none of that matters to me. I don’t care that you’re not Russian, and my men will do whatever the fuck I tell them. Also, since when did you become someone who cares about what other people think?”
“I want us to work out, but I’m not the person for you, Maxim.”
“What do you mean by that, Sophia?”
She doesn’t say anything. She is making it hard to keep my cool.
“Answer me!”
“Stop yelling at me.”
“Then tell me what the fuck happened, Sophia. Because not even an hour ago, we were perfect.”
“We are far from perfect, Maxim.”
