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“Welcome to my world.” I give her a look, and she shifts her jaw.
“Regardless of your opinions about it, Olive, I implore you to look after Espie. She must not, under any circumstance, give her virginity to Adrik Mikhailov.”
“Fine. I got it.”
Vince pauses, looking between us both like he’s a little concerned about the logistics of this all, which gives me no hope of his ability to dissolve the contract.
“Is that all?” I finally ask.
He slowly nods. “Pack warm things. I hear the snow in Russia at this time is brutal.” He turns around sadly and we watch him leave. The second my door closes, Olive turns to me excitedly.
“We’re getting that vacation we’ve always wanted to take!” I raise my brows in a sarcastic enthusiasm.
“Yeah, us and Adrik-the-asshole, locked in a home together. It’ll be just like how I dreamed our vacations would go!” I flutter my lashes, but she’s already on the move, pulling out our suitcases and packing for us both.
“You could be a little more excited, Espie.”
“And you could be a little less so, Olive.” I mock her tone, exiting the bathroom and crossing to my dresser. Slowly I sift through my sweaters and wide leg sweats, pulling them out by the dozens because I don’t plan to dress for anyone but myself. Olive lugs out my stuffed suitcase to the bed, and my eyes go wide.
“What the hell did you pack for me?”
“Just the basics.”
“Basics? That looks like half of my closet.”
“Precisely. You have to have cute clothes.”
“No.” I protest. “I should have nothing cute.” She furrows her brows, picking up a sweater I’ve folded on the bed.
“I don’t think wearing clothes that make you look like a marshmallow will mean you’re any less desirable to Adrik.”
I snark a laugh. “Olive, if the man wanted to fuck me, he wouldn’t be such horrible company. He’s been nothing but an antagonistic asshole towards me.”
“He wants you.” She shoves my choice of clothes on top of hers with a dismissive grin.
“You’re wrong.” I toss her some socks, and she catches them, searching for a spot in my suitcase to appoint them to.
“I’m not usually. Not about these things, anyway.”
“Well, I don’t know what men you’ve been around, but usually when someone insults you and tells you to shut the fuck up, they aren’t interested.”
“Depends on the context.” She sing-songs through tight lips, and I toss a pillow from the couch at her.
“Hey!” She pretends to be offended, and I shake my head with a grin as I close my drawers.
“That’s far more information than I need to know about your love life, Olive Leonora.”
“Noted.” She laughs, and I roll my eyes, trying to forget what she’s just said and ignore the images of Adrik popping up in my mind like an assault on my sanity.
He may be utterly detestable, but I cannot deny how attractive he is— how attractive I find him.
Does that make me sound a little insane? Shit, I think I am.
* * *
Olive and Ibarely slept a wink, which, I think, is good because that means I can sleep on the plane and not be forced to talk to— or look at— Adrik.
Tito and Antonio help us bring down our luggage at exactly dawn. It’s the least they can do after they fucked me over so royally. There’s about thirty of our boys waiting in the foyer to say goodbye. Ten of which will be traveling with us. Vince is last to give me a hug, making sure to remind me of my job in this entire plan.
