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Come to think of it, doing a lot of things with Misha might be better cardio.
“And I’m your fucking wife,” I fire back. “As you insist on reminding me again and again. But that doesn’t give me the right to tellyouwhere to go and what to do. So why do you have that right?”
“Because life is unfair.”
I narrow my eyes and push myself up to my fullest height. “I’ll be your worst nightmare if you try to order me around, Misha Orlov. You do not own me. No matter what you may think.”
His eyes spark with fury, but there’s something else underneath the fire. Is it possible he’s…enjoying himself?
“Ahem!”
We look up in unison to find Cyrille standing in the hallway, observing both of us with raised eyebrows.
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but we’ll lose the last of the daylight if we delay any longer.”
Misha steps away from me awkwardly. “I didn’t know you were here, Cyrille.”
“Paige asked if I wanted to join her for an evening run, so here I am,” she says. “So she won’t be alone. In any case, we’ll have security with us.”
He shoots me a quick, incomprehensible glance, grunts something I can’t decipher, and makes for the front door. Going to throw his weight around a bit more with any other underlings who get in his way, no doubt.
I’m proven right when Cyrille and I follow him outside a minute or two later. There are four security guards already in position, faces deadly serious and weapons gleaming obviously on their hips.
“Don’t let them out of your sight,” Misha orders. He turns to the both of us. “I’ve instructed them to have you two back in an hour.”
“My workout is slated for two hours,” I protest.
He’s unmoved. “Well, you’ll have to change your plans. There’s no point in overexerting yourself. You have to think of the babies.”
He turns away before I can respond, and I grind my teeth. The ache to argue with him more rises up in me. But Cyrille nudges my arm. “Come on. Let’s go.”
We cleared the mansion before she turns to me with a sly smile. “Do you really jog for two hours?”
I snort. “Of course not. I just wanted to argue.”
Her smile is subtle and cryptic. “I can see why.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I was standing there for, like, two full minutes before either one of you even noticed me. The sexual tension was off the charts.”
I almost choke. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?” she muses innocently. “So you didn’t feel anything while the two of you were going at it?”
“Just anger,” I say, swallowing hard.
Cyrille laughs. “Oh, that was convincing.And the Oscar goes to… Paige Orlov!”
I blush fiercely, giving myself away. “Oh, alright, fine. I felt… something.”
“Shocking. The crowd gasps in surprise!” I bump my hip into hers, nudging her off the sidewalk for a second as she cackles to herself. She laughs some more and shakes her head. “You two just remind me of the early days with Maksim. I forgot what it felt like until just now. Seeing the two of you—all fire and passion. Fighting just to cover up the fact that you’d rather be fucking.”
“Cyrille!” I gasp, clutching my imaginary pearls.
She giggles. “I don’t know; I guess something about that exchange gave me hope.”
“Hope forwhat?We’re more likely to kill each other than kiss each other these days.”
