Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
That’s what I do. If I want something, I make it happen, by whatever means necessary.
And I accomplished all of that while overseas through representatives. Although the process took a bit longer than I’d like. Several weeks, to be exact.
I did all of this just so I’d have a discreet, secure place to meet the motherfucker who dared to end it.
Not sure what it is. Sex? Obsession? Whatever it is, he has no right to.
I shove the car door shut and step out into the storm. Rain pours down from a sky smothered in black, the night raging as waves slam against the cliff beneath the house, their roar nearly drowning out the downpour.
My shirt clings damp to my skin as I pull the key with the bullet key chain from my pocket—the same key I sent him yesterday, so he’d have it in time for the weekend.
The thought that he actually brought Kevin here nearly snaps my muscles as my vision turns red.
How dare he?
How fucking dare he?
A frown bunches my brows when I spot the bike parked on the side of the driveway, soaking with rain.
Don’t tell me the motherfucker had Kevin glued to him on that bike…?
My vision is entirely black as I unlock the door and step in.
Rain taps against the floor-to-ceiling windows, steady and unrelenting, the only sound against the weight of silence in the house.
I move through the entryway, my steps muffled by limestone tile, the soft glow of recessed lighting tracing clean lines along archways and wall paneling. Everything smells faintly of the woods and sea surrounding the place. The house is sharp, elegant, has symmetrical lines, and is decorated with dark walnut and marble.
My feet come to a halt.
Yulian stands halfway up the staircase, one hand locked around the banister, the other buried in the pocket of a battered leather jacket. His hair hangs damp in uneven strands across his forehead, his face mottled with mauve bruises from earlier. And still, the bastard grins widely when he sees me.
“Nice place,” he says, his voice thick with amusement.
I take the stairs two at a time, shoving past him and toward the bedroom, expecting to find a certain motherfucking Kevin lying in bed.
The main bedroom is empty, the sheets clean and untouched. I search the bathroom and the second room, then go back to the main bedroom, but there’s no blond-haired flirt I clearly threatened to kill the next time I see him touching Yulian.
Maybe he took that threat seriously and hid—
A chin drops on my shoulder from behind, and I swallow when Yulian’s head-turning scent bathes me in an extremely weird sensation.
Yes, it’s desire, but there’s something else in there.
Anger. Let’s call it anger, because I’d rather it be that than something else.
I’d actually prefer to do the more sensible thing of bashing my head against a wall until I bleed out, instead of facing what that something else is.
“What are we looking for?” The rough edge of his husky voice makes my mouth water.
Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Kevin,” I say coolly, at least sounding angry and not at all plagued by the feel of him against me.
“Do you want to see Kevin?”
I turn around, forcing him to release me, to put some distance between us since his touch obviously muddies my head, but then he smiles.
And I hate how he’s so fucking blasé about everything. How he has none of the fire that’s consuming me alive on the regular since he came back into my life.
My hand wraps around his throat and I back him up until he topples and falls on the bed and I’m on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. “You think you can bring some fucktoy to my place while ending it with me in the same breath, Yulian? You think you can do what you want? Hmm?”
He grunts and shoves at my chest, wrestling me so that he’s hovering on top of me. “You don’t get that privilege either. I’m not your toy.”
I kick him and shove him down, grabbing his hair. “You’re whatever the fuck I want you to be, Volchonok.”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get to that in a bit. But first, where’s Kevin?”
“There’s no Kevin.”
“You sent me the picture, asshole.”
“Old one. Had to go back into the chat to get it.” He flips us around while I’m momentarily stunned.
I’m staring up at him now as he wraps his hand around my throat. “Figured the only way to get you to come was by playing on your nonsensical possessiveness, but didn’t want to risk bringing the actual person, in case you’d kill him.”
Smart. He’s right, I probably would’ve committed serious bodily harm to Kevin if I saw him here.
“Block him,” I say instead.
“What?”
“Block Kevin. Don’t have any chat history with him.”
His laugh is low, edged with something unhinged. “You throw a fit over me asking you to show up, and now you want me to block Kevin? What’s next? Block everyone I know?”