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“You won’t find them, Abby, because they are not here.”
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ILYA
“Too bad wecould not keep the French girls instead of this one.”
What were their names? Did they ever tell us?
“Ilya, you had one night with… one of them,” Fedor says. “Do not be a greedy bastard.”
He never learned their names, either.
Fedor slaps me on the back like he’s sympathizing. But, of course, he doesn’t give a fuck. Not about me and my carnal needs, nor about the pretty girls who actually turned out to be pretty good company—both in bed and out. Too bad we had to send them away right after we fucked them. I would have liked to bet Fedor a thousand euros we could get them kissing each other. Maybe more.
Yes, I am a perverted fucker that way. Sometimes my deviant soul shocks even my friends. But fuck, what guy doesn’t want to get it on with two hot sisters?
It would have been alright to have them hang around longer, maybe even as long as a week, or at least until I tired of them. I could have fucked them in every position, in every nook and cranny of the boat, given that much time. And I have no doubt they would have leapt at the chance to stick around, had we extended an invite. What girl wouldn’t want to spend a week on a yacht with three virile men? But it was not to be, much as I might have liked it.
We had other, more important things to attend to.
Our current guest, while lovely in her own quiet, serious way, is not the same kind of fun.C’est la vie.
You can’t have everything.
Justalmosteverything.
Which might make me sound like a greedy fuck. But I don’t care. When you grow up like I did, not knowing where your next scrap of bread would come from, and not knowing which of your crazy parents was going to beat the shit out of you on any given night, you end up with a funny relationship to expectation.
First, there’s a period in your life when you expect nothing. You know there’s nothing coming your way. Except perhaps, a new shit sandwich.
Then, years pass. Though no easy feat, you’ve made something of your life. You’ve crawled, scraped, and run over everyone and everything in your way. But you’ve arrived. You have respect. You have things. You have power.
And no one will ever hurt you again.
I didn’t get where I am by hoping life would throw some crumbs my way. By sitting on the sidelines, waiting my turn. By letting others go ahead of me because I’m nice. Oh, fuck no. I took life by the balls and shook out of it everything I wanted and then some. I deserve it for all I went through growing up. I amowedthat shit. In fact, I amstillowed a fuck ton of mea culpas from the universe. There’s little I won’t do to get what I want. The guys think I’m a sick fuck. They are probably right.
So sue me for being bummed the French girls are gone. But today, business is more important. Bogdan, Fedor, and I know this.
“Where did she go, the young woman?” Karol asks when he brings lunch.
Dammit, I wanted to get a swim in before eating. Hanging out on the yacht is great and all, but there isn’t a lot one can do for exercise. We do have a Peloton, and I have dragged it up to the afterdeck on occasion, but it’s boring as fuck to pedal and not go anywhere.
If Abby hadn’t been giving us the third degree, followed by her freak out over the French sisters, I would have gotten my swim in.
Fedor waves downstairs, toward the direction of the cabins. “She is below deck looking for her friends.”
Karol’s eyebrows rise, and his forehead breaks into a mosaic of wrinkles. None of us knows exactly how old he is, but he helped raise Bogdan’s father, so we know he’s old as fuck. “She does not know what is going on?”
No, she doesn’t. Although the time to tell her is drawing near. Like a goddamn speeding freight train. She’ll be back up here on the afterdeck as soon as she searches all the cabins and comes up empty. The shit will hit the fan.
That’s the way it always is. And we’re ready.
“No, Karol, we have not told her. Speaking of which, how did it go when you took the girls back to shore?”
He gives us what I call the ‘Slavic shrug,’ which he uses to answer most questions, pressing his lips together until they form an upside-down smile, and bringing his upturned palms to the level of his ears.
