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I nod as I slump down on the couch and lean back against the plush pillows. “That’s right. We sleep together whenever we need an itch scratched, and we hang out, too, a couple times a week. We don’t always have sex, but I find that I enjoy his company.”
“Okay, so… who do you hang out with besides Lom, or like, what do you do besides hang out with him?”
“Um.” I take a few moments to think about it. “I work, or I’m at some networking event for work, or I’m doing overtime at work.”
Amelia throws her head back and laughs as she heads over to her coffee pot on the screen. She sits me down on the counter, and I can see her pouring her coffee into a ceramic mug. “You do realize your life consists of Lom and work, right?”
I don’t know how I didn’t see it until now, but Amelia’s right. “Wow. I didn’t realize,” I mutter and a baby screaming in the background tells me Karim must be awake.
“Shit, that’s my cue to go. But I want to talk to you again soon. Call me soon, okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I will.”
“So, what are you going to do about Lom? I have to know before I go.”
“Honestly? I’m debating showing up at his hotel suite and losing my shit on him. I’m sure he’s back there already, and I look damn good right now.”
“Hell yeah, you do! I’d do that. Maybe you’ll have some hot make-up sex while you’re at it.” I laugh at Amelia’s words, but I don’t even know if I want to get fucked right now. I’m so irritated it isn’t even funny.
“We’ll see if I even let him have the pleasure of touching me.”
“Ooooh, I love the sassiness. Before I go, are you going to come to visit soon?”
“I’m not sure yet. I got offered a job at the place I’ve been interning, so I don’t know what my vacation time looks like. On Monday, I’ll ask HR about vacation time. I’ll let you know as soon as I do, okay?”
“Thank you. Now, go put Lom in his place and give me all the details tomorrow.” Amelia winks, and the two of us say our goodbyes. I hang up the phone and sit up on the couch. It’s late, so I really should go take all my make-up off and get ready for bed, but I’m irritated.
Fuck it. I pull up the Uber app and search for a driver near me. Luckily, I find one that’s ten minutes away who’s agreed to drive me where I need to go.
I keep myself busy by freshening up my lipstick and applying a bit more eyeshadow to make my eyes really pop. I take two shots of whiskey for good measure and to keep my nerves right. By the time my driver’s supposed to pick me up, I’m out on the sidewalk, getting into the back of his car. The guy seems decent enough, and I have some small talk with him while he takes me to Lom’s hotel. I get out of the car and head inside, spotting Ludvik downstairs on one of the couches. He’s on his phone, and I walk up to him without him even noticing.
“Did he kick you out for the night ’cause he was in a pissy mood?” I question, with a bit of sass lacing my voice.
Ludvik slowly averts his eyes to me and snickers. “No, but now I realize why he’s in a pissy mood. It’s all making sense now. I take it he isn’t expecting you?”
“Nope, he isn’t, and he’s lucky I even showed up here. You gonna escort me up or what?” I pop a hand on my hip and wait for Ludvik.
He scoffs. “Certainly, Emily. I’m just here to do whatever it is you ask.” Ludvik and I don’t hate each other, but we don’t exactly get along, either. I think it’s because I’m opinionated, and I make sure everyone knows what I’m thinking. I leave no room for guessing, and there have been a few times when Lom and I have gotten a bit sassy with one another. Ludvik might’ve witnessed one or two of them, and I don’t think Ludvik appreciates how Lom folds. He only does it because he knows I’m right, and he’s been the royal asshole. He’s good at that, being an asshole.
Ludvik takes me o the elevator, and we go straight up to the hotel suite. The elevator doors open, and I walk into the suite, but Ludvik stays where he is. The next thing I know, the doors are shutting, and he’s going back down. I bet he doesn’t want to bear witness to whatever’s about to happen up here.
I walk down the hallway and stop right at the edge of the living area. Lom’s sitting on the couch with what looks to be a vodka on the rocks in one hand. He’s staring down at his phone and sighs. “Ludvik, I thought you were staying down in the lobby for a bit?”
“Ludvik is. He just brought me up so we could have a chat about tonight,” I smirk at him, and it looks like Lom’s going to break his neck by how quickly he looks at me.
“What are you doing here?” The question itself might be rude, but there’s no sense of rudeness in his tone.
“I thought we should have a conversation, especially since you so blatantly called me something that belongs to you.” I domy best not to let my voice rise or fall with emotion, but near the end, I can’t help but have a shitty attitude about it all.
Lom finishes off the rest of his vodka and places the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “What of it, Emily?” he grumbles, rising to his feet. His white dress shirt has a few buttons open, and his sleeves are drawn up to his elbows.
“What of it? Are you serious right now?” I snap at him, and every bit of rage within me rises faster than it ever has before.
“Upryamaya mysh.”Lom shakes his head. I have no idea what he just called me, but I doubt it’s anything good. “Whether you understand it yet or not, you are mine.”
My heart swells and sinks at the same time. Lom and I haven’t had a conversation like this yet. We haven’t said what we are or what we aren’t. Instead, we’ve been tiptoeing around the subject.
“Lom.” My tone gives him a warning, but he doesn’t say a damn thing. At least, not yet.
