Shaking my head from those thoughts, I decided to do something nice for them all once I came back from visiting with my sister. She sounded off on the phone, and I hoped everything was all right.
With one last kiss to my man, he escorted me to the car, where Petor fed me different stories on the way to the hotel as I rested my cheek on the window and admired the beauty of Moscow.
My new home.
Director
I couldn't believe that in just few hours, my love would finally run away with me, and we could put this nightmare and separation behind us. My heart ached for her for so many years, yearning to see the look of pure adoration on her face again.
I could still remember our first meeting when she stood in the ballroom, lost, as sadness peeked through her fake smiles and she tugged on her white dress, uncomfortable. She didn't like all the luxury showcasing, and she was so different from all the other women out there who just hoped to get me in their bed due to my bank account. I was intrigued at once, but I fell in love when our eyes met, and she pleaded for me to save her with just one look.
We never exchanged another word, and shortly afterward, she travelled to Russia, where she met Radmir and thought he was her soul mate. How could she be so mistaken? How could she not remember our moment of connection that forever entwined our souls together?
Rolling my sleeves up, I popped open the lid of my pills, but the container was empty. Panicked, I hastily removed everything from the bag, searching for one more dose but couldn't find it.
Not good, not good at all. Vivian didn't need me all crazy on her; she needed my patience and coaxing.
“Where are my pills?” I screamed.
The voice from the shower shouted. “What?”
“Pills, my pills.”
“I have no clue, babe.”
Even her voice irritated me, and without the pills, my hands twitched to go and shut her up permanently. The smell of her perfume penetrated my nostrils, and then I slammed the crystal vase down so it shattered, and pieces of glass scattered all over the place.
“Babe, what was that?” she shouted again, and I closed my ears, hoping to ignore it and detach myself from this situation as they had taught me in the facility.
One, two, three.
“Babe?” The stupid woman had to speak, didn't she? It was bad enough I could barely get it up for her, but now she demanded my attention.
The familiar red haze of insanity clouded my mind and eyes as I grabbed the hockey stick we brought with us and headed to the bathroom. Listening to her was an agony I could no longer bear.
Vivian would be mine in just a few hours anyway; no one had to pretend anymore.
Entering the bathroom, I noticed her in the shower soaping her body, and she raised her confused eyes to me and then glanced down at the hockey stick. “What are you doing?”
Swiping my gaze down her tanned skin, skinny bones, which were nothing like Vi’s curves, and those fucking dull, blue eyes, which were just a slight reminder of Vi’s, I welcomed the rush of power from finally being able to end it. My hands gripped the stick tighter as her eyes widened, and she pressed back.
“You—”
Her damn voice.
Raising my arm high, I hit her as she screamed and fell to the floor, and laughter burst from me.
Finally, a sound I could actually enjoy from her.
Vivian
Knocking softly at the door, I couldn't help but grin remembering my first night with Radmir in the same hotel. In this place, I officially became his, so it would always hold a special place in my heart.
The door opened swiftly by John, who stood with his white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows while for some reason his blue jeans were drenched, and his bare feet left wets spots all over the white carpeted floor. The luxury suite had wide-open spaces. The living room had a couch, TV, and a small bar, while the other room had a king-sized bed.
The shower was running, as steam slipped through the cracks, raising the temperature in the room to almost unbearable, and the mirrors on the closet, which stood next to us, fogged as well.
“Did I interrupt your romantic time?” My cheeks heated up, and I palmed my face. Why didn't I think about it? They were engaged after all.
