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Chapter 31
Before I left for our anniversary date I received a text from The Russian reminding me to lock my car doors on the drive over ... I know he worked in security but he was certainly practicing it on me. I decided to be very girly for our 100 days date anniversary ... Mom had made me self-conscious that I wasn’t feminine enough with The Russian, not that he had ever said anything. I think he liked me challenging him and working out with him ... sweating and all that stuff.
Regardless, I had bought a dress just for the occasion – it was retro in style, with a sweetheart neckline, sleeveless, and a rose print all over it. It was fitted to my waist and then ballooned out in layers. It even had a little bit of tulle underneath, in the skirt, to give it some body. I matched the red roses in the dress with a pair of strappy red sandals and wore my hair down for the occasion. I felt pretty hot, very girly, and I ventured out for the ultimate verdict.
Josh applauded. “Beautiful, where did you get that?”
I did a turn for him and sent the skirt swirling. “From Vintage Girl,” I said.
“Made for you, it really suits you,” he said.
“Thanks Josh, that’s a relief. Mom has me worried that I’m not displaying my femininity,” I said. Josh had met my Mom and Dad and knew my history.
“Don’t be crazy,” he said, opening the fridge and grabbing some cola. “You’re all woman.”
“You’re good for me,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as I grabbed my overnight bag and car keys. “Now, I promise I won’t be back tonight, so you’ve got the place to yourself.”
“Thanks, but you’re always welcome to come home. We’ve got nothing to hide. Spencer and I are just going to get takeaway and watch a movie.”
He saw me out and I headed to the car, looking in the backseat before getting in to make sure it was all clear, and locking the doors when I got in ... thank you, Russian.
One hundred days ... as I drove to The Russian’s place for our one hundred days anniversary dinner, I couldn’t help but smile the whole way. Seriously, I must have looked like an idiot to anyone who pulled up at the lights beside me. The few dramas we’d had during that time had been nothing, were not by any means insurmountable, and the highlights had been many. I had never, ever, been so happy ... I just felt blessed with his love and my new career.
The Russian must have seen my car headlights and met me as I drove into his garage ... more security stuff, Lord knows who could have been hiding in there ... a pussycat, or rat perhaps! He opened the car door for me and gave me his hand.
“Wow, look at you,” he said, his eyes running over me.
“You like?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he said, and spun me around under his arm as my skirt billowed out. Then his arm found my back and he pulled me in close for a kiss.
“I’ve liked every single thing you’ve worn and haven’t worn since we met,” he said. I swear he was well trained; he knew all the right things to say to a girl. He leaned down slightly to kiss me hello; my high heels made us almost the same height, give or take an inch. He looked pretty gorgeous himself in his dark fitted jeans, a grey-marl T-shirt and an open navy shirt over it. He had a navy pair of Converse All Stars on his feet ... the man could dress himself.
“I like this too,” I said, admiring his clothes, “warrants closer inspection.”
“You think?” he said, his lip curling into a small smile.
He reached into the backseat and grabbed my overnight bag, and then the moment was ruined.
“Russian,” a female voice said, and we both turned to see his ex-girlfriend Leesa walking towards us. Thank God I was dressed up and felt my best, because as usual, she looked Boho stunning – she wore a white lace top and a matching long white skirt; a tan belt and tan ankle boots; and a gorgeous tan-coloured floppy brimmed felt hat. Her long blonde wavy hair was loose and fell around her shoulders.
The Russian clearly wasn’t expecting her as his eyes narrowed and his entire body stiffened next to me ... no, I don’t know if that part stiffened, but I hope not!
“Leesa, what are you doing here?” he requested, in a low voice.
“Interrupting something, clearly,” she said, glancing at me and my overnight bag. “Hello ... Carla, isn’t it?”
I nodded and gave her a small smile. “Hi Leesa.”
She knew very well who I was and I wasn’t going to play the same bitchy game.
The Russian hadn’t moved, he stood frozen with my luggage in one hand and the other arm around my waist.
“I don’t wish to be rude, but we’re busy here,” he said. “Just passing through, are you?”
“Can I talk with you alone?” she asked, not making eye contact with me at all and giving him the most seductive look she could. Hell, it worked for me and I’m straight. Anger washed over me; I had so been looking forward to tonight and even though I felt sorry for her, enough already!
“No,” The Russian said, and I looked sharply at him. No ... he was saying no to her outright and upfront. I turned back to her ... it was a bit like watching a tennis match. “We have to go now,” he said, “so ... take care and thanks for dropping by.”
