The moment Nikolai slammed the door behind him, I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair. The anger still burned hot in my veins, but there was something else beneath it. A frustration I couldn’t quite name.
I hated him.
I hated how he looked like her. I hated the defiance in his eyes, the way he stood his ground when he had no choice but to submit. I hated that he was here at all.
And most of all, I hated that I couldn’t fucking kill him.
With a growl, I shoved back from my desk and stood. My mind was too loud, too restless. I needed a distraction. Something–anything–to drown out the mess in my head.
My phone was in my hand before I even realized what I was doing. I scrolle
and found what I needed.
Me: I want the VIP section ready in fifteen minutes.
Salvado: Understood, boss.
through my contacts
I grabbed my jacket, shoved my gun into the holster at my waist, and strode out.
The whiskey burned on the way down, but it wasn’t enough.
I leaned back in the VIP booth, watching the chaos unfold around me. Bodies swayed under the pulsing lights, the music was loud enough to rattle my skull, and the scent of sweat, alcohol, and desperation filled the air.
This was what I needed.
Distraction.
I rolled the glass between my fingers, letting the ice clink, but irritation in my chest didn’t fade.
Nikolai.
Even his name tasted bitter.
no matter how much I drank, the
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Chapter 10
I should’ve put a bullet in his head the moment my father said the words You will marry Nikolai in her place.
Instead, I let him sit across from me, talk back, look at me like I was the one who had taken everything from him.
A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. “You look like a man who needs company.”
I glanced up.
She was stunning–dark waves cascading over her bare shoulders, a dress that left little to the imagination, eyes filled with promise.
Perfect.
1 tilted my head slightly, gesturing for her to sit. She did, pressing close enough that her perfume curled around me, light and sweet. Her fingers ghosted over my wrist.
my
“I was hoping I’d run into you tonight,” she murmured, lips inches from my ear.
I hummed, setting my glass down. “That so?”
She smiled. “Mmhmm.” Her hand slid up my arm. “And I’d love to help you forget whatever’s got your
drinking like that.”
Forget.
That was the plan.
I let my fingers trail over her thigh, slow, deliberate. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, thought it would work. That the heat of her skin, the way she leaned into me, would be enough.
But then, out of nowhere–his face flashed in my mind.
Nikolai.
The defiance in his eyes. The way his hands clenched into fists when I told him he would obey. The way he hated me. I swore under my breath, pulling back as frustration coiled in my gut. The woman blinked, confused. “Something wrong?”
I downed the rest of my drink, the ice clinking against the glass.
“I want to find you in room 9, completely naked“,
She p
grinned, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Anything for you, boss.”
Chapter 10
I watched as she slid off the couch, swaying her hips as she walked away, disappearing into the
dimly lit hallway
I should have followed. Should have let her do exactly what the promised.
But I didn’t move.
Instead, I leaned back, rolling my empty glass between my fingers, jaw light. The irritation in my chest hadn’t eased–it had only sharpened.
Because no matter how much I drank, no matter how many women threw themselves at me, the anger wouldn’t burn out.
Nikolai.
1 fucking hated him.
And I hated that, for some reason, I couldn’t get him out of my head.
The only solution i had now was to fuck this bitch and see if I will forget him.
I pushed myself off the couch, my steps steady despite the alcohol simmering in my veins. The club was a blur of flashing lights and bodies moving to the heavy bass, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere on him, on the way his lips curled in defiance, on the way he looked at me like he wanted to rip me apart.
Fuck him.
I reached Room 9 and shoved the door open without knocking.
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