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I can’t believe this girl.

She has been ahead of the game from day one.

She is keeping me on my toes in ways I didn’t expect.

The waitress arrives with my coffee.

“You look like you are having a good morning,” she remarks cheerfully.

“Actually, I kind of am,” I say honestly, realizing that I’m kind of enjoying this weird game we are playing.

“Well, that’s good to hear. Your food is almost ready. I’ll bring it out in a little bit.”

I eat my breakfast with pleasant amusement, wandering around in my thoughts.

So far Sasha is not at all who I expected. I keep waiting for the posh and spoiled princess to emerge, but it hasn’t happened. She’s been witty and sharp and actually quite playful with me.

I shake my head.

I wasn’t supposed to enjoy her company.

I’m supposed to be making her life a misery.

Now I am the one who’s had to remove my own bedroom door just so that I can get to my damned clothes and sleep in my own bed.

I shake my head again as I push my empty plate away.

I need to switch tactics. No more fun and games. I’ll think of something else instead.

When I pull up in the driveway at home, the groundskeeper comes walking towards me carrying none other than my coffee machine.

I climb out of the car, looking at him with my brows raised, waiting to hear whatever he has to tell me about this oddity.

“Sir, I’m not sure what to make of it, but I found this in the pool house. I don’t think it belongs there?”

“It doesn’t.” I sigh. “You can put it in the kitchen, please.”

“Sir, how did it get—"

“Just put it in the kitchen. It’s too long to try and explain.”

He shrugs and walks ahead of me into the house, carrying the coffee machine back to its rightful place.

I go straight upstairs and find that Ivan has already managed to remove my bedroom door so I can get inside and have a shower and change into some clean clothes.

Looking out of the bedroom window, I see Sasha lying by the pool, reading.

She looks too content, too at ease.

I’m doing a terrible job of making her life difficult.

But I’ve got something else in mind. I think I am going to take her with me tonight.

Chapter 10 - Sasha

“We are attending a gathering at my cousin’s place tonight,” Leon says abruptly when I walk past him in the hallway. He is gruff and unfriendly.

“Okay,” I say, keeping my answer short and casual. It must be another family event. I really hope it is. Maybe Chiara and Maxim will be there. Oddly, I find myself looking forward to it, because I had so much fun the last time I hung out with his family. Fun I was certainly not expecting to have.

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