My phone buzzed again and the screen lit up.
Vadim:I’ll be home for lunch. Be ready.
I stared at the notification and sipped my tea. The cream he had left me hadn’t helped much. I lifted my phone with a groan.
Me:Please, can’t you use a syringe or something?
Vadim:Fresh from the source is best. Be ready.
Blyad.
??????
The rapid knock on the bathroom door made me jump.
“Are you going to be long? I need to get back—I have a situation,” Vadim said, trying the door handle.
“Leave a deposit on the nightstand. I’ll sort it out,” I shouted through the door, turning the tap off.
“Nice try. Get out here.”
I was exhausted.
What the hell.
I unlocked the door.
Two more days and I would get some respite.
??????
It was the last day and he was working from home. My vagina was not safe.
I carefully opened my bedroom door. Radovan stood with his back to me.
“Where is your Pakhan?” I whispered.
“Training in the basement.”
I rolled my eyes.
No wonder he was so excitable all the time.
I made quickly for the stairs. Radovan’s heavier footsteps followed at a distance—at least I didn’t have to look at his face. I was halfway to the kitchen when Vadim appeared in the doorway.
His hair was wet and curling at the ends. Shorts, trainers, bare chest and arms that practically glistened with exertion. I stared at the stars on his shoulders before my eyes dipped lower to the sword.
He tossed the towel over one shoulder and shook his drink before flipping the cap. Head tipped back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it down in long pulls.
He lowered the bottle and looked at me.
“Eat and come upstairs,” he said, and walked past me.
I turned to watch him go and caught Radovan’s smirk instead. Arms crossed, suit pressed, entirely too pleased with himself.
They were all the same. Black suits and smug looks and not a shred of discretion between them.
My face burned as I walked into the kitchen.
