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But after he exhausted my body till I was spent, he left.
Again.
We didn’t even get to talk or anything like normal people after he announced he’d never be done with me.
He just used me and left.
However, is it considered using if I enjoyed every second of it? If I touched myself to thoughts of him while I was sleeping?
God. Maybe I’m broken beyond repair for liking it, for reveling in his rough handling and unapologetic fucking when I hate the man. I should be glad that he disappeared, not disappointed.
I went through the motions during today’s rehearsal, trying to distract my head from any thoughts about Adrian Volkov.
Philippe and Stephanie gave me an earful about how I left without notice last night. I apologized, but it’s not like I could tell them what actually happened, or that I possibly had the best sex of my life just to wake up to an empty apartment.
And no, I’m not still salty about that.
One thing changed, though—or one person. Ryan.
Starting this morning, he didn’t try to touch me outside of rehearsal. He hasn’t looked into my eyes too long either, as if he’s afraid of what I—or someone else—will do to him.
At least he learned his lesson and will keep the distance he was supposed to a long time ago.
“Lia.”
I turn around at Stephanie’s voice. She catches up to me so that we’re standing in front of my car, my keys dangling from my fingers.
She takes out a cigarette and lights it, inhaling, then exhaling a large cloud.
“What is it, Steph? Please don’t tell me it’s another night out.”
“No, but that was a dick move yesterday.” She puts her hand on her hip.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling well.” And I really wasn’t until Adrian fucked me like a savage before he disappeared.
Is he going to make this a habit and keep leaving after taking care of his sexual needs like I’m some sort of slut?
Damn him.
Why the hell am I so hung up on that part, anyway? After all, I allowed for everything to happen just so hewouldleave.
He’s a killer, Lia. A fucking killer.
I wait for the disgust to invade me at that reminder. I wait to feel nausea at allowing a murderer to touch me so intimately.
Yet nothing comes.
Am Ithatbroken?
“Whatever.” Stephanie stares me down as if she doesn’t believe me. “Anyway, I learned something I thought you’d be interested to know.”
“What?”
“That Russian mafia guy you were asking about yesterday. Matt’s associate?”
My grip tightens on my keys as I try to hold on to my cool. “What did you learn?”
Stephanie gets closer, searches her surroundings, then half-cups her mouth before she whispers, “Apparently, he’s a higher-up in the Bratva. Likeveryhigher-up.”
