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I take a deep breath. “Are we going to finish this shower, or are you planning to keep looming above me like a gargoyle?”
“You don’t get to lie to me. Ever,” he says. “If you don’t want to talk about something that’s okay. If you need space, that’s okay, too. I know that being with me can be overwhelming. But you won’t lie to me. Deal?”
I look down and nod. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Alright. Do you need space?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“If you want, I’ll sleep in the other room tonight.”
I still. No. This is our last night together, and I’ll be damned if I let him sleep anywhere but in my arms. Placing my palm on his chest, I slowly slide it down until I reach his cock and wrap my hand around it.
“You’re most definitely not sleeping in the other room,” I say and squeeze his already hardening length.
Sergei sucks in a breath as he wraps his arm around my waist and presses me to his body. “This discussion isn’t over, Angelina.”
“We can continue tomorrow.” I press a kiss onto the middle of his chest. “You promised me a sex tour of your place. I expect you to deliver. Or is it too much for you?” I look up, lifting an eyebrow.
A growling sound leaves his lips before he bends down and throws me over his shoulder. “The kitchen counter is our next stop,” he says and taps my naked ass with his palm.
* * *
“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” I ask as I slide my hands up Sergei’s back.
He’s lying across the bed on his stomach, and I’m sitting on his lower back. It took me fifteen minutes, but I managed toconvince him to let me massage him with one of my rose-scented oils.
“I have a meeting around noon,” he mumbles into the pillow. “We can go for a ride afterward.”
“Yeah,” I choke out, then lean forward and press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “A ride sounds great, baby.”
With every passing minute, I find it harder to pretend. It’s like watching an hourglass with only a little bit of sand left in the upper bulb, and the grains fall faster and faster. I move my palms to Sergei’s shoulders, then slide them down his arms—the very arms that carried the half-dead me out of that truck and saved my life. After I’m done with his arms I return to his back, my strokes becoming lighter, more of a caress than a massage, until I feel his body relax and his breathing deepen. Sergei is a light sleeper, so I keep going for five more minutes before I carefully get down from the bed. I take my phone from the nightstand, send the message to the redheaded bitch saying that I will be ready to go tomorrow at noon, and head into the bathroom.
With that done, I lock the door, remove my clothes, turn on the water to scorching hot, and get inside the shower stall. The moment the spray hits me, I lean my back on the tiles. My entire body feels heavy with the weight of what I must do. My head droops forward first, then my legs give out, and I sink to the floor. I wrap my arms tightly around my knees and pull them close to my chest. I have nothing left to cling to, so this has to do. Maybe, if I squeeze tight enough, I’ll be able to hold the shattering pieces of me together.
With the door locked, and the water drowning out all other sounds, I finally let myself break down. My tears, mixed with the shower stream, vanish down the drain.
What am I going to do tomorrow? I can’t just disappear. No, I’ll need to leave a note with an explanation. It’ll be a bunch oflies, something that will convince Sergei that I decided to leave on my own accord and don’t want to see him ever again. I will have to hurt him. And it’ll have to be really bad if I want him to believe it. I can’t risk Sergei chasing after me because Diego will have him killed. Of that, I’m one hundred percent sure. Maybe, one day, when I manage to escape from Diego, I can come back and look for him. Sergei will probably hate me by then.
I sit on the floor of the shower stall until the water runs cold, then put on that idiotic set of pajamas Sergei bought me and sneak under the bedcover next to him. It’s already well after midnight, but I don’t dare close my eyes and risk losing my final moments with him to sleep. I lie there and watch him until the light of the morning sun seeps into the room.
“I shouldn’t be long,” I say while buttoning my shirt. “Two hours tops. We can eat something when I get back and then go for a ride.”
Angelina’s arms come around my waist. “Sounds good.”
I turn around, and taking her face in my palms, I press a kiss onto her lips. “I bought you that junk food crap you like. It’s in the cupboard next to the fridge.”
“The ketchup-flavored chips?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how you can eat that shit.” I reach for my phone on the nightstand and head to the door. “Albert will be back with Mimi soon. Please remind him to feed her.”
“Okay, baby.” She nods and looks up at me. There’s a strange look in her eyes, but it’s gone in a blink.
I’m halfway to my car when I hear Angelina calling my name. I turn around to find her standing on the porch. She watchesme for a moment, then runs down the steps and across the driveway. Instead of stopping when she reaches me, she jumps into my arms, wraps her legs around my waist, and crashes her mouth to mine.
“I’ll miss you, Sergei,” she whispers against my lips.
“Baby?” I mumble into her mouth. “I’m coming back in two hours.”
