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I cringe as Lev reaches me, half expecting him to turn that rage upon me. Instead, he grabs my hand and starts leading me away from the hallway. His strides are fast, and it’s difficult to keep up with his furious pace.
“Slow down!” I tell him.
He looks pissed, and even though I’m still shaken by what I have just seen, his behavior annoys me. Who the hell does he think he is, anyway? He was the one drooling over that Barbie doll! If he hadn’t been so busy checking out the giant tits she had on display, I would never have dashed out in the first place and none of this would have happened! And if he expects me to go back there and watch him ogling her Barbie doll some more, he’s got another thing coming. I brace myself to be dragged into the ballroom, but instead, he leads me back to the entrance.
“We’re leaving?” I ask.
He doesn’t reply, jaw set, still striding as we head toward the limousine waiting outside. He remains silent until the car is in motion and the partition between us and the driver is closed. And then he rounds on me.
“I asked you to do one damn thing,” he snaps at me. “Stay with me at all times. But as usual, you chose to be stubborn.” His eyes are narrowed, his nostrils flaring.
Holy shit, he’s furious!
But I’m not about to let him think I’m afraid of him. If anything, he’s about to get a piece of my mind.
“You’re kidding, right? You bring me to a party knowing that your Barbie doll of a mistress is going to be there and you’re angry with me for leaving your side?” I give him an incredulous look. Lev’s dark gaze lands on me for a moment; seemingly puzzled.
“Mistress?” he says.
“Oh please! It’s obvious that Bella was just itching to get her hands all over you!” I cringe as I say these words. Dammit, I sound like a jealous teenage girl!
He stares at me for a moment before he starts chuckling. If anything, it infuriates me further.
“I’m glad you’re finding it funny. Why don’t you go back and fuck her? I’m sure you would prefer that,” I snap.
“Don’t you dare use that tone on me!” he snaps back, the chuckle quickly forgotten. “I wasn’t the one frolicking with Alonso in a dark hallway.”
“Frolicking? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I gape at him in shock.
“What would you call it, then? Weren’t you all over him when I arrived?” he says and I burn with anger.
“How dare you! How dare you insinuate that when it was your fault I was stuck there in the first place!” I yell.
“My fault? How exactly is it my fault? All I did was introduce you to my acquaintances. You were the one who ran away for no reason only to get tangled up with another man in an empty fucking hallway!” he roars.
I don’t fail to notice the change in his tone when he says “another man,” as if the thought of it enrages him. But at this point, I’m past caring. I’m blinded by a mix of rage and jealousy. Everything that has been building up in me since the day I married this insufferable man is coming to the surface. And somehow, I feel like it’s no different for him. It’s as if all the feelings we’ve been bottling up for the last few weeks have broken through the dam and now it’s all out in the open.
“Acquaintances? Is that what they call mistresses these days?” I snap in annoyance. “Why don’t you just go back there so you can be with her,” I hiss and tear my eyes away from him, scowling out of the window. My comment is followed by a silence that seems to last forever, though I can still feel his eyes on me.
“I see the problem,” he eventually says. His voice is deep, beckoning me to look at him, but I refuse to. I’m just too damn mad. Exhausted. Fed up with everything that’s been happening. This has been the most intense few weeks of my life and it’s simply too much for me to handle.
“There’s no problem,” I mutter, keeping my head turned away until his finger under my chin forces me to face him.
“You are jealous,” he says softly.
I glare at him. He is right, but he must be a fool if he thinks I’ll admit that to him.
“In your dreams,” I grit out, refusing to give him the satisfaction he wants.
“Oh,Solnishko,” Lev chuckles. Before I know it, he’s pulled me across the seat onto his lap, leaving me surprised at the unexpected move. I try to wriggle out of his arms, but he’s holding me firmly.
He presses his lips to my neck, and I fight to stop myself from melting against him. There’s no way I’ll let him see his effect on me. Not after he flaunted that fucking Barbie doll in front of me or after how violently he beat up Alonso in the hallway.
“Let me go,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Why?” Lev raises his head and stares at me. “You’re mine, remember? Do you know how it feels knowing other men want you, but they’ll never understand what it’s like to have you?” he says, and I give him a puzzled look.
“For your information, it was Alonso who tried to force himself on me.And frankly, I don’t see him as a man,” I mutter in annoyance. Lev grows tense for a moment.
