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“Asshole,” I mumble under my breath, which just makes him laugh harder.

“Well, if my brother is looking for me, tell him I’m taking a nap for a few hours.” He gets up from the table and leaves the room.

Living here certainly won’t be dull.My phone goes off. It’s Katie again. Fuck it, I need to see what she wants.

“What do you want Katie?” She hasn’t even spoken yet and I’m already pissed off.

“Boo, don’t be so mean. I miss you, that’s all. I stopped by the apartment earlier and you weren't there so I was worried.”

That’s a load of shit. “First, I'm not your boo. Second, why were you at my apartment? We are over, Katie.”

“Don’t be mad at me, Seb. I’ve just been doing some thinking, and I realized I still love you and want to work things out.Are you with someone else?” she says with that annoying as fuck whiny voice, trying to make herself sound tearful.

“It’s none of your business if I’m out or who I’m with, but I’m at a friend’s house.”

She snorts. “You don’t have any friends, Seb.”

“This conversation is over, Katie.”

“No. Please, Seb. Give me a chance to explain. Can I come see you? I want to talk face to face. I want us to at least try to work this out. We can’t just end four years like this.”

I laugh at her lame attempt to guilt trip me. “Katie, let me make this clear for you. We. Are. Over. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. Stop going to my apartment.”

I end the call before she can respond.

“The bitch causing trouble, beautiful?”

I turn around to see Dima standing behind me. For such a big guy, he knows how to move around quietly. “Nothing I can’t handle. She just wants to know where I am and make things work. The usual shit.”

Dima approaches and grabs me around the waist in a tight hold. “She's not part of your life anymore, baby. You're not hers. I can always end that little problem if she starts harassing you,” he says, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

“No! No, D. I don’t think we need to go that far. She’s just a scorned ex. She’ll get over it.”

He nods then gives me a quick kiss. “I've got to go across town to meet some of our dealers, did you wanna come with us? Get to know more of what we do?”

I'm taken aback by his openness. “Ahh, no, I'm good. The less I know the better. Plus, I want to get a workout done. I haven’t done anything for the past few days, and I've got work tonight.” He frowns. “I’m working, D, we agreed.”

“Fine, I'll drop by later to see you.”

I roll my eyes. “You mean keep an eye on me.”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t change the fact I will be stopping by. Have a good workout, baby, need to keep this in shape for me.” He grins and squeezes my ass.

“Fuck off, D.”

And he does just that, laughing as he walks away.

I'm about an hour into my shift when I look up to see Dima approaching the bar. I take a moment to admire him, making his way past the packed tables. Fuck he looks good tonight, dressed all in black. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up, exposing those strong tanned forearms. I'm not the only one watching him, and while that makes a jealous part of me react, I'm also smug with the knowledge that I know his eyes are only for me. Like they are now. He watches me intently as he approaches, all confidence and swagger. I swallow hard, finding it hard to keep him out of any part of my thoughts or life.This thing between us is like a hurricane, developing at warp speed.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, beautiful. It’s not professional to drool.”

Such a cocky bastard, but that comment tugs my lips into a smile. “So modest, Mr. Kozlov as always. I believe you were staring just as hard.”

“Definitely hard, baby.” He leans over the bar in a shock move, grabs the back of my neck and kisses me deeply and swiftly. As soon as his tongue touches mine, I groan and forget our surroundings. Such a public display, but then I remember who he is. Dima is claiming me publicly. I don’t give a fuck. I claim him too.

We pull apart. “I have to work you know. That's what you pay me for, not giving the customers a show. Quit distracting me.”

He rubs my lower lip with his thumb. “I don't mind giving them the full show, baby. But you’re right. You’re on my dime, so off you go pet. You’ve got people to serve, including me.”