My dad’s friend is here. Lyle’s a creep, but at least he’s passed out. I’ll be fine. I’m just going to lock my door and by the time I wake up, he’ll be gone.
I’m surprised my phone doesn’t break from how hard I’m clutching it. I can’t tolerate her staying here too much longer. It’s going to give me a fucking heart attack.
He’s enough of a creep that you need to lock your bedroom door? Has he hurt you before?
Her response is slow, and I’ve already promised myself I’m going to kill this Lyle fucker before it even comes in.
No, he’s just kind of a pushy perv. Apparently he and my dad have come to some sort of crazy conclusion that I’m going to eventually end up with him. It’s insane.
I take a slow breath, forcing myself to walk back to my car before I go inside her house and kill Lyle and her dad, which will only scare the hell out of Evie. It takes several minutes before I can manage to type out a response that won’t freak her the hell out.
I settle on,I think Lyle and I need to have a talk.
Please don’t. It’s really fine, Valeri. I rarely see him.After a few seconds, she adds,I had a great time today. Thanks for everything.
I know she’s changing the subject, and I let her for now because I know she’s not ready for me to go in there and haul her out. It’s definitely coming, though. My heart can’t take this kind of worry.
I had a great time too. My favorite part was when you came with my name on your lips, all three times. ;)
I can easily picture her blushing as she reads that, and before she can respond, I add,Don’t forget that you’re not allowed to touch my pussy.
Yours, huh?
Yes,mine.
You’re making me blush again.
I know.I start my car, ignoring my angry, frustrated cock.Get some sleep, beautiful, and text me when you wake up.
Okay, goodnight, Valeri.
Goodnight, baby.
Turning around, I drive back the way I came, heading to my own place so I can get a few hours of sleep before I need to meet my brothers. When things are going well, the Bratva can pretty much run itself, but we’re expecting another shipment of weapons in tonight, and after what happened last time, we’re bumping up security.
When I walk inside, the building manager comes rushing out to greet me. Someone must’ve told him about the Lisa encounter. He’s probably terrified I’m going to move and lose him a shit ton of money or that I’ll kill him. The man isn’t stupid. He knows who I am.
“Mr. Medvedev, I’m so sorry about the unfortunate incident the other night. I just wanted to personally assure you that it won’t ever happen again. I’ve had a talk with Bill about it.”
I stop and cut in. “I hope Bill isn’t in any trouble. It wasn’t his fault she snuck by. He was helping one of the residents with her wheelchair.”
“Of course not, sir,” he quickly says, and I swear to god, I could probably tell him to kiss my right ass cheek and he’d do it right here in the goddamn foyer.
“Good.” I turn and walk to the private elevator. “Is Andrew around? It’s time to change the code.”
“I’ll go get him,” he quickly says, racing off to do my bidding. That man really needs to get himself a set of balls.
A few minutes later, Andrew comes walking over, rolling his eyes at the manager who’s following behind him like a little puppy. Andrew does most of the maintenance around here, and he’s one of the most laidback people I’ve ever met. He’s also not that much taller than Evie, and he doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about it.
“That’s all I needed. Thanks,” I say, dismissing the manager without a second thought.
After he’s gone, Andrew laughs and says, “That man has no pride.”
“No, he does not. Considering how far he’s got his nose up my ass, I’m surprised I can even walk.”
Andrew laughs and sets to work. Once he’s canceled the last code, he waves me over and turns his back so I can punch the code without him seeing. I do zero, five, one, eight, May 18th, the day I first met Evie. Evidently, I’m turning into a romantic.
“I’m done,” I tell him, stepping back so he can lock the panel back up.
