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“This is what happens when you want to be involved, wife.”
“She’s my daughter. This is the business I want to be involved in. Everything else I’ll leave to you, but when it comes to my babies, I will never stop being a mother.” She jabs him in the chest and then storms into the backyard.
“What do you want to do?”
“I’ll keep an eye on her. For now, go back to Russia and play it cool. I have a feeling this isn’t over by a long shot, and this isn’t just tied to her friend.”
“No. This is tied to the Fratellis and the warehouse I confiscated last year.”
“Yes. They are after both of us. I’d say this is a distraction to whatever you have going on back home.”
“I agree, but I’m afraid that I may have put Natalya in danger.”
“I can protect my daughter.”
“Of course, you can.”
“Then you will let me do it, and listen to me when I tell you to go home with your family. I love you like a son, Ilya, but you know this is for the best.”
“Da.” I nod and go in and join my family.
Chapter Four
Natalya
Dashing to my bedroom before anyone sees me, I gently close the door so Ilya doesn’t hear my chaotic behavior. As if I haven’t already made a mess of myself in front of him enough today, I had to witness him flirting with my friend.
The first thing I need to do is wash my face so I don’t appear so flush when I return to the party. It won’t be long before my father comes looking for me. Running into my bathroom, I check my reflection and I’m shocked at how wild my appearance is, but it is nothing to the way it had been earlier when I pressed him to take advantage of me.
My body’s still buzzing from the way he had his hands on me, touching my pussy, cupping it like I’ve dreamed about, so intensely, violently.
I panicked, but not because I wasn’t ready for Ilya’s touch.No.
I want him to take my virginity as soon as possible, but where would we go from there? My hesitation is because my father would want to kill him. Ilya has had my heart forever, but that wouldn’t mean anything to my father. I’m his baby, and that means no one touches me. Not even his godson, who he thinks so highly of.
I could have cried when he was all up close and personal with Jordan, getting in each other’s space to the point they were nearly touching. Could she breathe in his masculine scent?
She’s been so different lately, bitchy, rude, and then these past two weeks insanely friendly. It makes no sense to me. Now,she tries to steal the man she knows I’m madly in love with. My heart nearly fell out of my chest when he demanded that he escort her outside to her car instead of me, like he couldn’t wait to get her alone. She’s already eighteen, legal in both our countries.
Tears filled my eyes, so I excused myself and ducked into the house. I watched from the staircase and saw him leaning over her driver’s side door, talking to her all close, then he couldn’t even turn around as she pulled out of the driveway. It was all hitting hard and painful. He’d seen her and made a choice. I wasn’t good enough, and she wanted him, willing to ruin our friendship.Bitch.
Eventually I shake off my sour mood because I won’t let him ruin my birthday. For the rest of the party, I refuse to acknowledge Ilya, unable to peer into his direction because I might say something shitty, like how dare he touch me when he’s such a creep on my friend. It’s almost over, and most of my guests have left.
“Natalya, we’re going to be leaving,” Mrs. Semyonov says as her family approaches me one by one.
“Thank you for coming,” I say, hugging each one of the Semyonov family members except Ilya, who waits until last. He doesn’t press for an embrace either, but my mother pulls me aside anyway.
“Don’t be like that with him. You won’t see him for a long time,” my mother whispers next to my ear.
“Who cares? He’s busy trying to hook up with my friends,” I mutter as they make their way to the front of the house and we walk them out.
“Hook up with your friends? He didn’t do any such thing. We were standing right by the front porch, observing the situation.”
“Really?” I say slowly, taking a deep breath as I process what she’s telling me versus what I could see from where I was watching from.
She squeezes my hand and adds in a hush, “Yes. We know she slipped something into your drink, making you intoxicated earlier.”
“Oh.” The color leeches from my face.
