Page 3 of Dancing With Delusion

“Unless . . .” He ignores me, pushing my blouse off my shoulders and lowering the cups of my bra. “Unless you told someone who would want to see me locked up.”

“Like?” he asks, dipping his head to take my nipple in his mouth.

“Like your fucking ex?” I snap, pushing off his knees and pulling my bra back in place.

Dmitry groans, dropping his head back in his seat. “Why would I tell Vivian one of your biggest secrets?”

I fold my arms over my chest. “I don’t know what your pillow talk is like, Dmitry.”

“You think I fuck Vivian and lie beside her, telling her all about you?” he asks, quipping a brow.

The image pops into my head and I’m instantly jealous. “Maybe.”

“I tell you I love you and ask you to marry me, and you accuse me of sleeping with Vivian.” He shakes his head in irritation then opens his laptop. “Go home, Victoria.”

I hate his dismissal. “I’m just worried,” I admit, my voice low. “If she knows, she’ll hang me out to dry just so she can get her claws back into you.”

He leans back in his chair, fixing me with a glare. “You think the mafia princess would go to the police?”

“I don’t know, Dmitry,” I snap, “but I’m scared, okay.”

He relents, pushing to stand and moving towards me. “You can’t lose your composure over a stupid note, Victoria. A note that doesn’t even say how he died or that you were involved. Now, why don’t I ask Marshall to take you shopping?”

I arch a brow. “Why would I want to go shopping?”

“Because you need clothes suitable to meet my father.”

Dmitry

The thought of having my krasota in the same room as that man makes my skin crawl, but hiding her away like a dirty little secret, will only intrigue him more. And as he announced he was flying back to London this morning, I have no choice but to make that happen now.

“What does that mean?” she asks, suddenly looking nervous.

I place a kiss on her forehead. “He’s coming back to discuss business.”

“Vivian’s father?” she guesses, glancing at the spot behind my desk where she last saw him. “That’s on the agenda of things I need to tell him,” I admit.

“He doesn’t even know?” Victoria screeches. “Does she know?” I pull out one of my credit cards and hold it out. She stares at it in disdain. “I know you’re not about to buy me off with a card.”

I groan, realising all too late it’s a mistake to treat Victoria like a princess. I retract the card, deciding I’ll transfer the money directly into her account. “Are you going to tell her?”

“Victoria,” I say as patiently as I can muster, “I’m here to do the worrying so you don’t have to.”

She scowls. “And I should just spend money and look pretty?”

“No,” I tell her, placing another kiss on her forehead before rounding my desk again and sitting down. “I’d also like you to fuck too,” I tease, and she huffs before stomping from the office.

When my father arrives, Nik leads him through to the office. I left strict instructions that no one was to treat him any differently to any of my other business associates. Because if we’re about to cut ties, and become enemies, I don’t want him to feel welcome.

He heads straight for the minibar and grabs a decanter of whiskey, pouring himself a large one before bringing his eyes to me. “Long flight?” I ask.

“It’s not the flight that bothers me, Dmitry. It’s the news you’re about to tell me.”

“News?”

“Don’t play games. I’ve had time to think over our last talk. I know you’ve broken off the engagement with Vivian.”

I smirk. “You think that’s why I asked to meet?”

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