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I have an aversion to alcohol because of my experience of living with an abusive alcoholic.
“Geez, calm down.” She growls back. “Oh yeah, this is Maeve. She’s Rowan’s wife and Boris’s sister, apparently.”
“You know my brother?” Maeve asks, putting her glass down.
“Yeah, I used to for a second, but we don’t talk much anymore,” Reyna answers vaguely.
Maeve turns to me and smiles, “Hey, Ky.” she greets.
“Ky?” Reyna questions.
I take a breath. “Yes, I know Maeve. We dated when I was a teenager.”
Reyna’s eyes widen in what I assume is a shock. “Oh, so you’re his first love.” She bluntly says aloud.
“Please don’t think too hard about it. I mean, that was when we were stupid kids, you know,” Maeve begs.
Reyna chuckles to herself, “What? Did you guys think I would freak out over something like that? We are all adults now who are happily married.”
Prince runs over to us again. “Can we please go home?” He whines. “I don’t feel good.”
Reyna flicks him on the forehead, “Are you sick?” She rubs the part where she flicks him.
He nods. “Okay, I’ll come home with you.” She kisses his head. She then turns to me. “You should stay. You came here for business. I’ll take him and see you later. Enjoy your night.” She says to both Maeve and me.
Prince coughs. “No, I want Dad to come home too.”
“We’ll go home together,” I state. I look over at Maeve. “Please tell your father I apologize for our premature departure.”
Prince coughs again.
I put a hand on his shoulder and grabbed my wife’s hand. “Alright, let’s go.”
Chapter 9
Reyna
So…Ivan and Kyro have the same taste in women. I remember Ivan and I met when I was still waiting tables at a restaurant inside a hotel for the summer I graduated from high school. I remember he would come into the restaurant with a newblondeevery week. They all looked like clones of each other. It was scary. They were always blue-eyedblondeswho were tall and had amazing legs. Real model-type-looking girls. I honestly wondered where he could find such a beautiful woman every week. I mean, he was the hottest guy I had ever seen, so it couldn’t have been hard for him.
I remember everything about the day he spoke to me for the first time.
Eleven Years Ago
“The guy is back. You know, the hot Russian guy who only brings inblondes.” Izzy whispers into my ear as we go to grab food for the tables. “But he’s alone today.”
“That’s weird. Maybe there’s a blonde shortage.” I state. She slaps my arm and giggles.
My braids were so long that I tied them up into a braided ponytail.
The waiter he had was getting busy. My tables were doing fine, so I jumped in to help and deliver the Russian hottie his drink.
“Here is your drink, sir. I apologize for the wait.” I say, setting the bourbon down. He looks up at me with those green eyes. They look like they are glowing.
“Thank you.” His accent is thicker than I thought. He analyzes my face and then my body.
“Please let me know if there is anything else I can get you.”
I turn to leave, and he doesn’t say anything else to me. What did I think would happen? We would lock our eyes and he would fall for me?
