Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Not that the prison is entirely gone, but it feels less restrictive now. I don’t only exist to exact revenge for my family. I’m also doing something for myself.
I feel like a woman in his arms. I feel beautiful and wanted and…right. It’s weird, but it’s right.
Adrian and Kirill separate at the entrance. My monster, who looks more gorgeous than a god, backtracks and tilts his head in Damien’s direction.
“Are you nagging my people again?”
“Come on. Sasha and I are friends.” Damien squeezes my shoulder tighter as if driving the point home.
“Are you now?” Kirill’s calm voice makes me nervous for some reason. I’ve always hated how expressionless he is. How he can conceal himself beneath layers no one can catch a glimpse of, no matter what they do.
“Do you want to take him, then?” he asks Damien. “Since you’re friends, you’ll be able to employ him, no?”
My heart falls, and I stare at him. Is he…really pushing me toward Damien? Just like that?
Has the time come when he’s gotten sick of me and wants to dispose of me in the most practical way possible?
“How can I know your schedule if I employ him?” Damien releases me with a click of his tongue. “How about you give me that fucking fight so we can get this over with?”
“How about you stop being annoying, and all of this will be over,” he snaps in his face, “just like that.”
“I refuse.” Damien pushes Kirill’s shoulder on his way out. “I swear to fucking fuck, I’ll get you one of these days.”
“Sounds like a clingy wife,” Kirill calls after him with a slight smirk.
“Fuck you.” Damien flips him off without turning around.
Kirill’s smirk abruptly disappears as he stares at me. No, he glares before he heads to the car without a word.
I’m left there, partially breathless, partially not knowing what to do. What the hell was that all about?
It takes me a few moments to collect myself before I follow after. I find Yuri waiting by the car, brow furrowed.
“Did something happen inside?” Yuri whispers.
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“Boss seemed displeased, but Viktor shrugged when I asked him if something went awry in the meeting.”
I swallow as I go to the passenger door, only to find fucking Viktor already seated there.
Shit.
Now, I have to be beside a clearly pissed-off Kirill. Well, not clearly, since he’s scrolling through some files on his iPad. But then again, his calmness is never good news. Besides, his jaw is tense, which is usually a bad sign.
I keep to my side of the seat, quietly counting the seconds until we get to our next stop.
After a few moments, I’m reminded of why I’m also on edge, and I start getting mad at the way he treated me.
“What’s on the schedule this afternoon?” he asks without looking up from his tablet.
“Not sure. I erased it, thinking I was being transferred to Damien.”
He adjusts his glasses as his intense eyes fall on me. “Was that sarcasm?”
“Were you really going to let Damien have me if he wanted to?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Since you’re friends, I thought it might be a good idea to give you a change of scenery.”
“I wouldn’t want that, and I would appreciate it if you’d check with me before making these decisions.”
His eyes narrow, but he reverts his attention back to his tablet and says nothing.
Since he seems to be in a better mood, I straighten. Originally, I’d planned to ask this later tonight, maybe after sex since he seems the most amiable then, but I don’t trust myself not to fall asleep.
Besides, it’s better if we have an audience so he doesn’t question me for long.
“Boss…” I start.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have three days' vacation?”
At that, he looks up from his iPad and even tilts it to the side. “Why?”
“It’s…private.”
Silence falls between us for one second.
Two.
Three.
Then, without a change of expression, he says, “Fine.”
“R-really?”
“Yes.”
I narrow my eyes. To say this is highly suspicious would be an understatement. I was mentally prepared to fight tooth and nail for this while undergoing his unforgiving questioning. I even thought of how to survive if I cracked and told him everything under torture.
True, Kirill hasn’t asked again about the ‘man’ he thought I was talking to that one time, and I somehow thought maybe he’d really taken my threat seriously. But that’s just not his style.
The fact that I need to go home is making me even more nervous. I’ve rarely talked to my uncle since that day I almost got caught, and only when I’m off duty and away from the house. He quit asking me to end my mission to get close to Kirill. In fact, he seemed glad when I told him that I’m part of Kirill’s inner circle now.
So I’ve been slowly working on my initial plan to eventually gain access to the office. I’ve been there a few times alone, but Kirill updated the security, so all the critical files are now protected by his thumbprint. I’m still trying to figure out a way around that issue without triggering his suspicion.