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That question rings loudly in my head, and I’m forced to look away.

I don’t know what to say to him. He doesn’t pay me for my opinions, which is why this whole exchange is confusing and difficult for me to navigate. It’s clear that he’s struggling internally and is reaching out for me to validate his choices, and my response isn’t nearly as affirming as he’d hoped.

“Alright, well, it sounds like you’ve made up your mind. Will she be allowed to meet Izet before the wedding? How much notice is she going to get?” I ask.

“I’m not certain of that yet. Izet is being a bit of a bastard about the whole thing, so he’s been causing problems for Amar. Once I know for certain, however, I will tell you first. Mika isn’t mature enough to handle the emotions she’ll experience in the time before the wedding,” he replies as he sits back down across from me, lighting a cigar and blowing the smoke into the vent above.

“I understand, sir. Just keep me updated, and I’ll do my best to make sure she’s prepared,” I lie.

Remi nods solemnly, taking another swig of vodka as the last glass begins to hit him. His gaze has become rather unfocused, and I’m wondering how much he’d drank before I came downstairs.

In the silence, I’m forced to come face to face with the reality of Mika’s situation. She’s about to be married off to a stranger who is already known to have a temper of sorts. Her father doesn’t believe she’s mature enough to handle the emotions tied to an arranged marriage, but he fully expects her to commit to her role as a peace offering.

“She’s not that bad, Dom. She’s just been fucked up by my failures as a father and her mother’s vices. She’ll grow out of all of her bullshit eventually, and having a good man to support her will be something she comes to appreciate,” Remi continues, periodically slurring his words.

It’s becoming more difficult to hold my tongue, but it’s not my place to end the meeting. “I’m sure you’re right, sir.”

He waves his hand, a lazy little flick of the wrist that emphasizes his impending blackout. “Alright, you can leave. Just remember not to tell Mika until I’ve given you permission.”

I rise from my seat with caution, waiting for him to tell me that he knows I’m a disgusting pervert. Now that I think of it, I never learned about what happened to Isaac. I need to watch my back better, or this guilt is going to eat me alive.

“Thank you, have a good evening,” I reply as I leave the room.

As I close the door behind me, I’m able to breathe without the tight band of impending doom wrapped tight around my chest. For now, at least, I’m in the clear. All I need to do is control myself around Mika. Her actions are her actions, and I can’t control her. Remihasto understand that, at least.

I make my way down to the basement where I’ve been staying. Before I drift into sleep, I remember how intense my orgasm was as I jerked off to the thought of Mika. I’m disturbed by how horny she makes me, as if I’m losing control of myself like I’m in my early twenties again. I’ll be spending each day with her for the foreseeable future, and I doubt she plans on toning down her advances any time soon.

Despite my half-hearted attempt at diverting my attention to something orsomeoneelse, I fall asleep to the thought of Mika pressed up against me. My dick gets hard again, but this time I don’t have the energy to do anything about it. I spent all day chasing Mika around downtown New York, for fucksake.

I knew that Remi’s daughter was young and beautiful, but I had no idea that she was going to be completely insane. She reminds me of the girls I went to high school with, who would give blowjobs under the bleachers. Unhinged, irreverent, and bound for failure. Despite how few of their qualities were desirable, they were the ones that everyone wanted the most. They could get you beer from their uncle’s liquor store. They had ecstasy.

But what does Mika have, and what would she give to me?

Mika’s not stupid, but she has no direction in life. I’d tried asking her if she had any plans for the future, and she just sort of shrugged. At nineteen, she should be eager to move out and explore the world without the lens of her parents. She’s still content enough to be here for some reason, even if half of her conversations end in screaming.

Thinking about her two floors above me in her t-shirt and panties makes me wonder if I have the restraint to do this job. I already blew it by kissing her, and there’s no way she isn’t going to try to extort me for that. I fucked up royally, and I’ll spend the next three or four weeks hypervigilant of her and her intentions.

At this point, I might just have to give her what she wants anyway. I’d rather piss off Remi by taking his daughter to five different boba shops than by fucking his daughter in his house. When it comes to girls like Mika, it’s all about choosing the lesser of two evils.

8

MIKA

I’m being forced to attend an event for my father, and I’ve been tasked with finding the perfect pair of shoes to wear. I have more pairs of shoes than I could count on two hands, but for some reason, I still feel as if I’m missing the piece of my outfit that would pull it all together.

“Dominik, you need to take me back into town again,” I demand, standing up straight as I approach him for the first time all morning.

He raises an eyebrow at me, still half-asleep from waking up late. “I don’t think that’s a good idea after what happened a few days ago. Your father is going to attach jumper cables to my nipples and electrocute me to death if something even remotely close to that happens.”

I get that he’s trying to be funny, but I know there must have been a conversation between him and my father last night. I’m shocked that I wasn’t awoken by shouting.

“I literally don’t have a choice. I need to buy shoes for the event,” I reply with my arms crossed. I uncross them once I realize that I’m blocking Dominik from seeing my chest, and a little encouragement can’t hurt.

He stops moving about the kitchen, putting his coffee cup on the counter and leaning on the island to meet my gaze. “You know what? I might have something from your father that’ll solve this whole issue.”

I know for a fact that he didn’t buy me shoes. He absolutely hates giving gifts unless they make him look like a good provider, and he’d have no idea where to start, anyway. There’s no way he knows my shoe size.

“Okay, so what is it?” I ask, a mix of curiosity and uncertainty forming in my chest.

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