bad.”
Not bad? This guy just told me my entire shop is infested with a species of rat notoriously difficult to get rid of, and I have one of their vans parked in front of my window, loudly declaring their purpose for all to see, and he wants to tell me it’s not that bad?
I’ve slaved myself to the bone for this business, sweated and cried many nights to get myself to a place where I can finally buy a freaking gallon of ice cream and a bottle of wine without worrying about my rent, and now this…
To top it all off, the last time I drove by my parents’ house and my dad saw me, he just turned and walked away.
Everything in my life is falling apart, but instead of getting back up and fighting like I usually do, I feel myself slipping into a void.
“Irina! What’s wrong, angel?” I hear from somewhere far off as the mumbling around me fades and the bell above the door tinkles again.
“Angel?”
“My life is ruined.”
“Angel…”
“No,” I say, lifting my head with a scowl. “Don’t ruin my pity party for at least another two minutes, okay? I need a good cry and then I’m going home to get dressed so I can go dancing. Now go away with your weird friendship and leave me be. I’ll call you tomorrow when I don’t feel like I’m having a nervous breakdown.”
He laughs and pries my head up again, his blue eyes concerned as he stares at me.
“What’s happened?”
“Well, to start off the best of best days,” I say sarcastically, “Luka rocked up here and yelled at me, my family hates me, and now I have a huge rat infestation that’s closing my business down. In a nutshell, my life is screwed, and I have to pay the exterminators six grand I’ll have to earn on my freaking back or by selling an organ.”
He laughs again and I raise my head to glare at him.
“Oh come now, my little actress, surely things aren’t so dire?”
“Not dire? I woke up this morning thinking maybe I’d change things up and eat cream cheese on my bagel, and now…everything has changed.”
I hear a throat being cleared and look up to see Vadim standing to my left, laughing silently.
Misha pulls me to my feet and checks me over.
“You will come home with us and have dinner while Vadim sorts this mess out,” he says confidently, silencing his brother’s protests with a growl.
“Fine! But I get Nikita in the mix or no deal.”
I hope he knows what she’s like when she’s annoyed.
“Deal.”
Chapter Twelve
Misha
The feel of a drunk and legless Irina splayed over my chest is heavenly, and I grin at her off-key rendition of Sinatra as I tip my beer back and enjoy the feel of her breasts caressing my chest.
I want to say I got her all to myself, but after managing to drag her to the door I was bombarded by a pack of screaming females, claiming they were hitting the town. So much for dinner at my place.
Why women require hours to style their hair and put on makeup is not something I want to know, but by eight I was desperate to see my angel. I almost ripped through my jeans when she exited the cab in front of Vadi’s night club and stood in the dim streetlight, revealing a black dress that hugs every single one of her curves and showcases her breasts and ass in a way that’s had me fighting off men all night.
And she’s drunk too, which makes her overly friendly. With everyone.
“Do you know I almost creamed my jeans the first time I saw ya, pal?” she asks suddenly, making the conversation around our private table halt immediately. “But I controlled it, and now I get to have you forever instead of putting flowers on your grave,” she trills, making the table howl, though I feel like chewing nails.
Damn woman.
“You could have me anyway,” I mutter, throwing back a shot and relishing the burn.
I’m well on my way to drunk, a state I haven’t been in in years thanks to my control and the plain unwillingness to lose control. Tonight I need it, though, because I feel like
Not bad? This guy just told me my entire shop is infested with a species of rat notoriously difficult to get rid of, and I have one of their vans parked in front of my window, loudly declaring their purpose for all to see, and he wants to tell me it’s not that bad?
I’ve slaved myself to the bone for this business, sweated and cried many nights to get myself to a place where I can finally buy a freaking gallon of ice cream and a bottle of wine without worrying about my rent, and now this…
To top it all off, the last time I drove by my parents’ house and my dad saw me, he just turned and walked away.
Everything in my life is falling apart, but instead of getting back up and fighting like I usually do, I feel myself slipping into a void.
“Irina! What’s wrong, angel?” I hear from somewhere far off as the mumbling around me fades and the bell above the door tinkles again.
“Angel?”
“My life is ruined.”
“Angel…”
“No,” I say, lifting my head with a scowl. “Don’t ruin my pity party for at least another two minutes, okay? I need a good cry and then I’m going home to get dressed so I can go dancing. Now go away with your weird friendship and leave me be. I’ll call you tomorrow when I don’t feel like I’m having a nervous breakdown.”
He laughs and pries my head up again, his blue eyes concerned as he stares at me.
“What’s happened?”
“Well, to start off the best of best days,” I say sarcastically, “Luka rocked up here and yelled at me, my family hates me, and now I have a huge rat infestation that’s closing my business down. In a nutshell, my life is screwed, and I have to pay the exterminators six grand I’ll have to earn on my freaking back or by selling an organ.”
He laughs again and I raise my head to glare at him.
“Oh come now, my little actress, surely things aren’t so dire?”
“Not dire? I woke up this morning thinking maybe I’d change things up and eat cream cheese on my bagel, and now…everything has changed.”
I hear a throat being cleared and look up to see Vadim standing to my left, laughing silently.
Misha pulls me to my feet and checks me over.
“You will come home with us and have dinner while Vadim sorts this mess out,” he says confidently, silencing his brother’s protests with a growl.
“Fine! But I get Nikita in the mix or no deal.”
I hope he knows what she’s like when she’s annoyed.
“Deal.”
Chapter Twelve
Misha
The feel of a drunk and legless Irina splayed over my chest is heavenly, and I grin at her off-key rendition of Sinatra as I tip my beer back and enjoy the feel of her breasts caressing my chest.
I want to say I got her all to myself, but after managing to drag her to the door I was bombarded by a pack of screaming females, claiming they were hitting the town. So much for dinner at my place.
Why women require hours to style their hair and put on makeup is not something I want to know, but by eight I was desperate to see my angel. I almost ripped through my jeans when she exited the cab in front of Vadi’s night club and stood in the dim streetlight, revealing a black dress that hugs every single one of her curves and showcases her breasts and ass in a way that’s had me fighting off men all night.
And she’s drunk too, which makes her overly friendly. With everyone.
“Do you know I almost creamed my jeans the first time I saw ya, pal?” she asks suddenly, making the conversation around our private table halt immediately. “But I controlled it, and now I get to have you forever instead of putting flowers on your grave,” she trills, making the table howl, though I feel like chewing nails.
Damn woman.
“You could have me anyway,” I mutter, throwing back a shot and relishing the burn.
I’m well on my way to drunk, a state I haven’t been in in years thanks to my control and the plain unwillingness to lose control. Tonight I need it, though, because I feel like
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