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The timing is curious. I announce I am marrying Ava, and Cillian appears. He appears and our warehouse is hit. My father is doing business without talking to me. Whatever is coming is not going to be pretty. I am left out in the cold and I don’t think it is by chance.
Chapter Eighteen
Ava
My bursting bladder wakes me. I glance at the clock and see that it’s nine in the morning. I don’t remember the last time I slept in. I brush my teeth and hear my stomach growl. I’m starving. I remember Viktor coming earlier to my bedroom telling me some of his men will be in the house. I go to the walk-in closet in search of something to wear. Upon opening it, I’m shocked by all the clothes, shoes, accessories, and purses. It’s like my private boutique. Everything is organized. I get sweats, a sweatshirt, and sneakers. I don’t want to give him a reason to argue. I can’t deal with it. There is still so much I don’t know about him. From the top of the stairs, I smell bacon and coffee making my mouth water. The smell leads me to the kitchen where Mary is cooking.
“Good morning Ms. O’Brien.”
“Good morning Mary. You can call me Ava.”
“I wouldn’t feel right. Breakfast should be a few minutes. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon, alright?”
“It’s more than alright.” I smile. “Coffee?”
“How would you like it?”
“Don’t trouble yourself. I can make it myself.”
“It’s my job. You go to the dining room. I’ll take it to you.”
“If it’s all the same I would rather eat here.” I sit on a stool at the breakfast table. There is no way I’m eating in the dining room. It’s huge and so formal.
“You shouldn’t be eating in the kitchen.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.” I smile.
“Just this once. Mr. Manarch won’t be happy if he found out.”
“He will survive.” I wink. She hands me a cup of coffee.
“Sugar, cream?”
“Black is fine. How long have you worked for Viktor?”
“Almost six years.”
“Who lives in the house?” I take a sip.
“Mr. Manarch and me.”
“Does he bring women here?” I’m suddenly curious and want to know everything I can about him.
“It’s not my place to say.” She turns a pancake over.
“Too many?” There is a long pause.
“You are the second.” She finally says. I want to ask who was the first but I doubt she will tell me.
“How is Viktor as a boss?”
“He is a fair man.” It’s all she says. She sets a plate in front of me. “I’ll be upstairs making the beds. I’ll come back to clean the kitchen.”
“You don’t need to make my bed. I can do that.”
“It’s my job. Enjoy your breakfast.” She smiles.
And that is exactly what I do. It’s so delicious. Five minutes later my plate is clean. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I take my plate and mug to the sink. It feels wrong not to wash them. Just because he has people cleaning after him doesn’t mean I want the same thing. It isn’t me. I wash and set them aside since I don’t know where they go. I can probably open the cupboards to figure it out but it feels wrong. It would feel like I am snooping. This isn’t my home. I make my way back upstairs to get my phone. I want to check on Dad. Inside my bedroom, Mary is already at work.
