He laughed lightly, his gaze trailing me as I headed back to my couch.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” I said, attempting to make a joke out of the awkward situation.
My sudden carefree behavior helped ease the tension in the air. From the couch, I glanced at him. The look on his face wasn’t mockery. It was something else—a mix of hunger and amazement.
What did that mean?
I wasn’t sure.
Or maybe I did, but I just wasn’t ready to face it yet.
Chapter 12 – Adrik
I barely slept that night. All I did was toss and turn in my bed, replaying the earlier incident. The way she’d stood up to Yelena was remarkable and really fascinating.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting her to claim what was hers—at least not in the way that she did. Most women felt threatened by Yelena’s beauty and charm. But not that stubborn little devil.
She was the first woman I’d ever seen stand up to Yelena in such a bold manner. And even Yelena herself was left speechless. She couldn’t believe her ears; someone she’d thought was a nobody actually put her in her place.
Her voice echoed in my head:“Do you know who I am?”
Then came my wife’s classic response, the one that struck Yelena right in the guts.“What, your parents didn’t tell you?”
The moment she replied like that, I felt a rush of excitement, and something in me leapt with joy. Emika had roasted Yelena without even trying so hard. Her words were spoken calmly but laced with undiluted venom.
I should’ve been mad at her for ruining what my mistress and I had going on. But instead, I was intrigued by her ability to effortlessly destroy the affair in a single sweep.
Emika was a force to be reckoned with, and she proved that time and time again.
The wildest part of this whole drama was how she’d introduced herself as my wife.
“Oh, honey, don’t flatter yourself. You’re the other woman. I’m his wife!”
The shock on Yelena’s face was priceless when she saw the ring.
I guess I deserved the‘fuck you’she growled in my face before storming out of my office. I should’ve told her about my wife. But then again, I didn’t owe anyone any explanation.
This drama was quite entertaining, but the real shock was the truth I’d discovered about my crazy wife.
She was a virgin.
Pure.
Untouched.
Even in bed, I could still recall every detail of her face when I guessed her little secret. She was clearly uncomfortable and couldn’t look me in the eyes. Her lips quivered at my touch, and her hands trembled.
Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, even though I personally didn’t find anything embarrassing about the truth. Inmyopinion, she should be proud of herself.
I was certain that she was a virgin by choice and not because of the lack of opportunity. A pretty woman like her must’ve had thousands of men throwing themselves at her. Yet she chose not to let any of them smash.
The thought of her purity amazed me and even gladdened my heart in ways that I didn’t understand.
Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, poured myself a glass of scotch, and headed out onto the balcony. The floor was cool beneath my feet, as was the night air that brushed against my face.
The crescent moon hung in the dark sky, its ethereal glow silvering everything it touched. I stood on my balcony, eyes sweeping over the city sprawled beneath me.
The gentle breeze carried the sound of sirens wailing in the distance and the faint scent of fresh flowers.
