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But…It felt like there was a connection between us.
You knew the man was cold and ruthless when you started flirting with him. Letting him fuck you wasn’t going to make him magically fall for you.
Annoyed with myself, I let out a huff as I practically throw the paint onto the canvas.
Okay. Be an adult about this. You’re going to forget about Nikolai and focus on your training.
Ugh. Training. I hate my life.
I don’t want to be here for the next four years. I don’t want to take over my father’s illegal empire.
My brushstrokes grow gentler as I admit the truth to myself.
I just want to paint.
But sadly, a mafia princess doesn’t get to choose her future.
Chapter 15
Nikolai
In hindsight, I regret walking out on Abigail the instant I was done coming inside her. That was a dick move, even for me.
I can’t blame her for being upset.
If only she knew I ran from her like a fucking coward because I didn’t have the balls to admit she made me feel something I haven’t felt before.
This is why you don’t fuck women you’ll be forced to see again.
Deciding to man up and apologize to her so the training sessions won’t be uncomfortable, I knock on her door. When there’s no answer, I head toward the dining hall to check if she’s there.
Seeing Aurora sitting at a table with Misha, I approach them and ask, “Have you seen Abigail?”
There’s surprise on Aurora’s face as she shakes her head. “I last saw her in your studio during training.”
Nodding, I leave the dining hall and check the armory and every other room where she might be before heading outside.
It’s only when I can’t find her that worry creeps into my chest.
She better not have left the grounds. I’ll fucking strangle her.
Going back into the castle, I walk to the security room and tell the guard on duty, “Find Abigail Sartori.”
“Yes, sir.” He pulls her photo up and starts the facial recognition software on all the security footage we have. Ittakes five minutes before he points at the screen. “She’s at the waterfall.”
Relieved to see she’s okay, I watch as she paints for a couple of seconds before I stalk out of the room.
Following the path beneath a canopy of trees, I hear Abigail mutter, “I’m so over my father controlling my life. I should drain his damn bank account and find myself an island where I can sip margaritas and paint the whole day. Ugh, if only dreams came true.”
There’s a twinge in my chest because someone like Abigail shouldn’t be forced to live a restrictive life.
When I come up behind her and look at the canvas, I see the image hasn’t taken shape yet, and it’s hard to tell what she’s painting.
Not knowing I’m behind her, she continues to mutter, “And Nikolai can go fuck himself sideways with his big dick. Who the hell leaves a woman while she’s still freaking riding the glorious waves of pleasure?”
“That’s what I’ve –”
My apology is cut short when Abigail spins around. Letting out a startled shriek, she throws the paintbrush at me. A light shade of blue splatters over my shirt before the brush falls at my feet.
