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I sigh, “Prince is a lot like me when I was a kid. I wasn’t a fan of other kids, either. I’m sure that’s why I’m an only child. How Izzy and I became friends is still shocking.”
This peeks at his interests. “How did you become friends?”
“I was quiet in elementary school, so people used to say I was slow. It wasn’t true, so I just ignored it. Izzy had just moved from Texas and was new in class. I always sat alone, so she joined me. I didn’t speak to her for the first two weeks, but she still sat with me every time until I finally did.” I remember. “She helped me come out of my shell.”
Kyro kisses the top of my head, “It’s good to know you have a friend who you can trust.”
The only person he trusted in his life is gone now. When I compare us, I realize how much I have compared to him, and it makes me appreciate what I have left.
A man looks over at us. He’s older than us and has a tall, fearful demeanor. “I’m glad you could make it, Mr. and Mrs. Novikov.”
“Thank you for having us, Governor Thomas.” Kyro politely replies.
“Dad!” You can hear someone’s voice calling out. When I look to see where the voice is coming from, my eyes widen slightly. Boris Thomas, one of my former clients, is the son of the governor. A few weeks ago, after our last session, Mr. Thomas invited me to accompany him to a party because his father had become governor. Is this the party?
Mr. Thomas’s eyes set their gaze on me, and I can feel his stare. “Hello, Reyna.” He greets me, ignoring everyone else around us. “You made it after all.” He laughs nervously.
As I look at Kyro, with no emotion, he looks at Mr. Thomas. “Oh, Mrs. Novikov, you already know my son Boris?” The governor laughs awkwardly.
Mr. Thomas raises a brow at hearing his father call mea ‘Mrs.’ “Yes, we worked together for some time.” Mr. Thomas then smirks.
I clear my throat. “Mr. Thomas, this is my husband, Kyro Novikov.”
Kyro hasn’t spoken, but I can feel all his emotions from what he’s not saying.
Mr. Thomas nods but doesn’t say anything to Kyro and vice versa. I wonder if Kyro has figured out that he was a client of mine. I mean, it doesn’t matter because it was before Kyro, but he’s possessive and quick to judge the situation. Fuck, Ivan was right. Kyro and I are similar. Maybe that’s why he fell for me, because I was the female version of Kyro.
“Son, Mr. Novikov is one of our investors. He has contributed much to get me here.” The governor praises.
Kyro hasn’t said a word yet. He just keeps looking at Mr. Thomas as he is evaluating him. When Prince runs up to us. Kyro snaps his attention away from Mr. Thomas and his full attention is now on Prince.
“The button came off.” Prince points to his shirt.
Kyro
When the governor said his son’s name, I remembered him from Reyna’s client list. He was the last client she was with before me. Reyna likes to write notes about her client’s likes and dislikes in detail. When Reyna moved in, I had a peek at her client list. I remember Reyna writing about him being a doctor who asked for too much and gave too little.
Prince’s unexpected appearance pulls me away from the fool, who just smirked at me as if he had something over me. I couldn’t care less that he fucked Reyna. It’s in the past, but the fact that he is smirking at me as if I’m some foolish husband is disrespectful. I’m battling whether I should stomp on his head until it splits open or slit his throat. Then I would make his father drink his blood from a wineglass.
“The button came off,” Prince states.
I crouched down a bit to look at his shirt. “How did that happen?” I ask. Prince smiles nervously and I narrow my eyes playfully at him as he laughs. I put my arm around his shoulder. “Let’s see if I can fix it. Maybe they have a sewing kit around here.” I excused myself shortly after.
Somehow, someone at this party has one, and I take Prince to the bathroom. He sits on the marble sink, and I sew the button back on. “You’re pretty good at that,” Prince comments. The reason I am is that we were incredibly poor growing up. So, if our clothes were old and ripped, I had to sew them back together and make them work. God, my life used to be so fucking bleak. My mother was the only thing that made it bearable and now I haven’t heard her voice in fifteen years.
I ask again, “Can you tell me how your button got broken?”
“Not really.” He answers.
His answer worries me, “Is it bad?”
He thinks about it, “No.” He looks down and smiles.
I have seen that look before. “A crush maybe?” I chuckled.
He looks up at me with wide eyes and looks to the side. I smile at myself at Prince’s adorable reaction. He’s ten now, so of course, he will start to develop crushes. I’ll have to monitor him more closely. He’s still a kid, and I want to keep him like that for as long as possible. He’ll have time for relationships after he becomes an adult.
Prince doesn’t answer my question, but his body language is telling.
