Page 38 of Betrayal and Vows

I want to argue with myself about claiming her, but deep down, I know.

She is mine.

I don’t give a fuck that she’s marrying another man.

She’s mine.

Lena ends her conversation and turns around. Her eyes lock on mine for the briefest second but she shows no recognition.

She knows the game.

I don’t smile. I don’t greet her like anything other than a bodyguard meeting his new client.

“This is Lena Rostova,” Sasha says.

“Miss Rostova,” I say.

“Your name?” Her tone is haughty like she’s speaking to one of her servants.

“Anton. Anton Malikov.”

Her eyes move over me with boredom. “Great. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Lena,” Sasha growls.

His phone rings. Lena and I stare at each other while Sasha speaks into his phone.

“I have to go,” Sasha says. “Lena, don’t try to lose him.”

I snort. “She willnotlose me. I’m not like your men.”

That earns me a dirty look, but we all know it’s true. I wouldn’t have been able to fuck her in a bathroom if his men were worth a shit.

I wait until the door clicks shut behind him.

She opens her mouth to speak and I shake my head. I jerk my chin up to the corner of the room where I know cameras are hidden.

“I’m going to my room,” she says in that same haughty tone.

“Let’s go.”

“I don’t need you to follow me.”

“I think you misunderstand my job,” I reply. “And no one asked what you needed.”

Her eyes flash with amusement at our little game, but she keeps up the charade.

She walks past me, purposely bumping her shoulder against mine.

And fuck me. She smells so good. And those boots. I want to hike up that skirt and fuck her on the table.

I follow several steps behind her and have to fight the urge to check out her ass. The heels lift her ass. Her ponytail swings back and forth with every sway of her hips.

She’s playing her part well. The pampered princess throwing a fit because she has security.

I’m going to assume there aren’t cameras in her room.

I fucking hope not because that’s another level of depravity I’m not ready to deal with.