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But he still has never slept beside me on the bed. Not even once. I’ve tried telling him I’ll help him sleep, but he vehemently refuses. My pride is a little wounded since I seriously thought I’d accomplished something by helping him fall asleep that time before the drug shipment.
For some reason, however, he’s felt a bit more distant since then.
When I asked him why he moved my clothes to his closet, he said it was more ‘convenient’ that way. I really hate the apathetic tone he speaks with sometimes.
So, as a form of revenge, I’ve developed the habit of staying up late with the guys and crashing at their place whenever I feel like being a brat.
That usually only increases his already insatiable sexual appetite, though.
And just like that, we’ve fallen into this life of sexual gratification, physical attraction, and mad lust. It’ll eventually come to an end—I know that. But I still don’t want it to stop just yet.
Maybe it’s useless selfishness, but Kirill, or more like this mythical attraction to him, is the only thing I’ve done for myself in a very long time. If I were to let it go, I’d feel like I was being forced back behind the bars of my previous prison.
Not that the prison is entirely gone, but it feels less restrictive now. I don’t only exist to exact revenge for my family. I’m also doing something for myself.
I feel like a woman in his arms. I feel beautiful and wanted and…right. It’s weird, but it’s right.
Adrian and Kirill separate at the entrance. My monster, who looks more gorgeous than a god, backtracks and tilts his head in Damien’s direction.
“Are you nagging my people again?”
“Come on. Sasha and I are friends.” Damien squeezes my shoulder tighter as if driving the point home.
“Are you now?” Kirill’s calm voice makes me nervous for some reason. I’ve always hated how expressionless he is. How he can conceal himself beneath layers no one can catch a glimpse of, no matter what they do.
“Do you want to take him, then?” he asks Damien. “Since you’re friends, you’ll be able to employ him, no?”
My heart falls, and I stare at him. Is he…really pushing me toward Damien? Just like that?
Has the time come when he’s gotten sick of me and wants to dispose of me in the most practical way possible?
“How can I know your schedule if I employ him?” Damien releases me with a click of his tongue. “How about you give me that fucking fight so we can get this over with?”
“How about you stop being annoying, and all of this will be over,” he snaps in his face, “just like that.”
“I refuse.” Damien pushes Kirill’s shoulder on his way out. “I swear to fucking fuck, I’ll get you one of these days.”
“Sounds like a clingy wife,” Kirill calls after him with a slight smirk.
“Fuck you.” Damien flips him off without turning around.
Kirill’s smirk abruptly disappears as he stares at me. No, he glares before he heads to the car without a word.
I’m left there, partially breathless, partially not knowing what to do. What the hell was that all about?
It takes me a few moments to collect myself before I follow after. I find Yuri waiting by the car, brow furrowed.
“Did something happen inside?” Yuri whispers.
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“Boss seemed displeased, but Viktor shrugged when I asked him if something went awry in the meeting.”
I swallow as I go to the passenger door, only to find fucking Viktor already seated there.
Shit.
Now, I have to be beside a clearly pissed-off Kirill. Well, not clearly, since he’s scrolling through some files on his iPad. But then again, his calmness is never good news. Besides, his jaw is tense, which is usually a bad sign.
