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“Hold on, you sounded so confident that I was in the room next door, even when I didn’t tell you my cabin number.” I cast a suspicious stare at him. “How did you know that?”

Daniil just stood there, smirking. “I have my ways.”

This was obviously a setup. It was planned, and I was almost positive that Asher was behind this.

Was this why he’d convinced me to come on board? Maybe they had a deal or something.

Fuck you, Daniil Wolkov.

“Might I ask what you were doing before I stepped out of the bathroom?” He stepped closer with that annoying grin on his face. “Because it sure looked to me like you were trying to—”

“Stop, just stop already,” I cut him off, stepping away before that heat could start again.

“You can’t keep running away from me, you know,” he said as I picked up my bag.

“Watch me,” I answered and headed out the door, acutely aware of his eyes pinned on my back, their weight heavy.

Chapter 8 – Daniil

I reclined in the deck chair, hands clasped at the back of my head as I lay down, basking in the warmth of the sun with a pair of sunglasses shielding my eyes. My plan was in motion, and no one suspected what I had in store for this vessel.

However, for the moment, I lay there, savoring the scenery and bathing in the soft glow of the golden sunlight. It was rather relaxing, being out there and watching these crazy Americans revel in joy.

Thoughts of Vivian crossed my mind yet again, prompting a smirk to line my lips. I drifted back to that moment when I caught her in my room.

She was so sexy as she lay there on my bed, thinking she was in her cabin.

I knew what she was about to do, and if I had heard her come in, I’d have stayed back in the bathroom a while longer, at least until she began to touch herself. That would have been a pleasant sight to behold. It was erotic, watching her, and I couldn’t help but imagine taking her into my arms. I was tempted to pull her to myself and brush my erection against her, to feel her soft skin and kiss those cherry lips.

She had been taken aback when she found out that she was in the wrong room, and I loved the look of confusion etched upon her face. Yet, even in her confused state, I caught her eyes darting over my body with a subtle spark of attraction that betrayed her embarrassment. She wanted me; I could tell because the desire in her eyes was glaring, even though she tried to conceal it.

Vivian was a smart girl. She had already figured out that her cabin being next to mine was no coincidence. I saw in her eyes that she was convinced that her arrival on this cruise and meeting me when she did were all orchestrated in my favor.

She knew this the moment we had that little argument, but she didn’t seem worried, not like she would’ve been if she’d seen me as a threat.

Deep down, the Kennedy girl loved the way that I was chasing after her in my own way, on my own terms. She loved the thrill of it, obviously. But she was mistaken to have underestimated me.

By the pool, a couple of hot models were swimming, playfully splashing water on each other with soft giggles and occasional shrills that echoed across the vast ocean. Men in shorts and stylish outfits roamed the poolside, wine glasses in hand, and chatted with some models. They were all having fun, smiling, and enjoying their time there, oblivious to the plan this dangerous man had cooked up.

“This is amazing,” Andrei said to me.

I turned to face him. He was lying on a deck chair beside me in a pair of patterned shorts and a white short-sleeved shirt that had been unbuttoned to reveal his masculine tattooed body, full of scars.

Andrei was sipping through the straw in his cocktail, seeming to enjoy the view and the freedom. I hadn’t seen him this loose in a long time, and it felt good that he was a different person today.

He let out a wolf whistle as a tall, slightly tanned lady sauntered past us in a bikini. His eyes, framed by the lowered rim of his glasses, locked onto her with an unmistakable intensity of lust.

“I’m glad that you agreed to be here.” He looked at me. “Watching these Americans…ehh, it’s like a never-ending circus. I am entertained.”

He wasn’t wrong; it was like watching a curious species in the wild.

Despite how loose he was, Andrei still had his threatening look, and his voice, blended with the Russian accent, had the power to instill fear in anyone.

The girl who had passed by us turned back and wiggled her fingers flirtatiously at Andrei with an inviting grin.

He smirked at her but didn’t get up.

She hadn’t taken two steps forward when a man materialized before her and engaged her in a conversation. Seconds later, she was already laughing and giggling. Next thing, the man had lifted her bridal style while a cheerful shrill escaped her lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he headed below deck.

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