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“Tantrums won’t work on me. I will be home tonight. We can discuss it then.” He only cares what I want for a moment. Then he goes back to being the asshole he is.
“This is not my home.” I scream.
“I have to go. Behave baby girl.”
“Viktor, what the fuck?” But just like that he ends the call. I dial him a few times again but he doesn’t answer. I want to scream at him more. I do the next best thing.
Ava: You are an asshole. This is not fair. Even prisoners get yard time.
I get nothing from him. What am I supposed to do with my days? I can’t work because he forbids it. I don’t have friends that I would want to spend time with. What is left? So, I decide to snoop around his office. He should have known better than to keep me locked indoors. Looking around, everything has a place. It’s like no one is ever here. But I can tell it’s not true. His chair says otherwise. He has a family picture on his desk. They look like any other family. They don’t look like the criminals I know they are.
I try opening drawers to see what I can find. The first two have folders with invoices and company stuff. I decide to put them back. No need for me to see what they are. The third one is locked. I think about breaking in but maybe it is a line I shouldn’t cross. The other side is almost the same but the third drawer has albums. I take them out. The big albums are family pictures. They look happy and dare I say normal. I spot an album jammed in the back. It’s smaller. It has a cute cover with hearts. It’s the kind you see for couples.
The first picture is of him with a beautiful blonde. It readsFiona & Viktor, First Anniversary. They look happy. He looks different. Less cold. Flipping through the pages there are pictures of different places they visited. What I am not ready for is the naked pictures in the back. She definitely makes me feel inadequate. Her body is perfect, the supermodel type. She is in different positions. There is one where she is tied up. I’m both mortified and turned on. I hear footsteps. I throw the albums back and close the drawer. Just in time as Mary opens the door.
“Ms. O’Brien, thought I might find you here. Ready for lunch?” I try not to look at her. Does she know what I was up to? I hope not. I look at the time. It’s almost one in the afternoon.
“I didn’t realize the time.”
“You don’t have to eat now. I thought I would check in to see if you were hungry.”
“I can eat.” I walk towards her. The last thing I need is her telling Viktor I was snooping.
The next couple of hours are uneventful. But I can’t get the woman out of my head. By the pictures, I can tell she is important to him. Otherwise why would he keep pictures of her. It makes me wonder why the hell I am here. If he has someone, he doesn’t need me. Maybe she is the woman Mary mentioned earlier. Wouldn’t it be easier for him to marry someone he loves? If he already has someone, why does he want me to pretend to marry him? I get the feeling I should be concerned about the mysterious Fiona.
Chapter Twenty
Viktor
“All this shit and we aren’t any closer to figuring it out.” I tell Oliver.
“I know. But you can’t lose your cool.” Oliver’s calm attitude pisses me off.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Someone had the balls to attack us. Not to mention Derek could have been killed, over what? There isn’t shit at the warehouse.” I’m livid.
“I get it. But you need to stay clear-headed. Our father is going to want retaliation. We both know it isn’t going to solve the problem.” I run my fingers through my hair to calm myself. But it isn’t working.
“Let’s call it a night. I need to clear my head. There is nothing more to do.” I need to get away. I need some peace. I need a distraction.
“Why don’t we go to Gotham and have a few drinks.”
“You go ahead. I’m going home.” And there it is. I want to go home where she is waiting for me. I look at the time. She should be about to eat dinner.
“Do you want me to come?” I find the question odd. Why the sudden interest? He never comes to the house unless we are working.
“I don’t want to talk shop for the rest of the night.”
“Call if you change your mind.” I nod. I need a break from this shit and honestly from him.
On my drive, I think of calling Ava to let her know I’m on my way. Our last conversation wasn’t the best. Instead, I call Mary to ask about dinner. She tells me Ava is changing for dinner. I’m starving and want to think about something else. The shit with the warehouse has me on edge. I am missing something. Maybe after a good meal, Ava’s distraction, and sleep everything will be clearer in the morning.
?
The house is quiet except for the sound of Ava talking to Mary. Her voice is sweet velvet. She sounds carefree as it should be. I stand by the kitchen door. Mary spots me but with one look I tell her not to alert Ava. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a cashmere sweater. It’s a simple look but on her is like a set of diamonds.
“I don’t know what I want to do. Never really thought about it.”
“There must be something that interests you.”
