Page 41 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

There was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place, a familiar expression that I was yet to understand—like a memory that was out of reach.

We stared at each other for a moment before Andy broke the silence. “Well, I just wanted to say hello. Have a wonderful evening.” He adjusted his tie and walked away.

“What was that about?” Simon asked.

I turned to him, casually shrugging my shoulders. I was used to being known, recognized by men I’d never seen. So, maybe this Andy man was someone who fancied my work. But the aura that emanated from him was rather mysterious.

He took one last look at me before walking down the steps, and he had that unreadable expression etched on his face again. I hadn’t even given much thought when I was interrupted by Lily’s voice.

“Hey, handsome.” She slid into the seat between Simon and me, her eyes glued to mine in a sultry gaze. “You look absolutely ravishing tonight—I could devour you!” She flashed her manicured nails at me with a flirtatious grin, her voice laced with playfulness and her eyes sparking with mischief as those lashes battered at me.

Lily was my escort, and she’d been going a little beyond her boundaries these days. Simon had told me she was definitely into me, and I could see that in her every move. It was glaring ‘cause she wasn’t hiding it. Lily was charming and attractive, lovely to hang around, and I was sure most guys would want to get between her legs. Not me, though. She wasn’t even close to being as attractive as Sienna was.

She gently placed her palm on my chest, running her fingertip over my undershirt and biting her lower lip very seductively.

I seized her hand, clutching it in mine. “Behave.”

Disappointed, she withdrew with a silent hiss.

She wasn’t Sienna, and her touch was repulsive—the exact opposite of the reaction it should have had on me.

What have you done to me, Sienna? Why can’t I look at another woman without comparing them to you?

It was hopeless, holding on to a forbidden passion that would most likely never be. Yet, I was still harboring thoughts of her every now and then. She was all that I thought about at the slightest opportunity.

I knew that I had hurt her; I hadn’t wanted to, but I had to. It was a necessary evil. If I truly believed that it was a necessary evil, why, then, was I still being haunted by the look of disappointment in her eyes when I’d said those words. She must have felt so stupid, thinking that I’d taken advantage of her. I wouldn’t blame her.

Sienna was the one person who’d somehow managed to make me see things from a different perspective, and I truly believed that she had the potential to bring out the best in me. Her light was so powerful that it shone in my deepest darkness.

I had tried so many times to reach out to her, to tell her that I hadn’t meant to treat her the way that I had. But if I did that, then I’d be reopening a door I was trying so hard to keep shut. I was used to physical pain—it meant nothing to me. But this type of pain, the one that constantly stabbed my heart…. I was yet to get used to it.

She must hate me now; she must probably be regretting everything, saying her parents had been right about me all along. Maybe they had been. Maybe she should hate me.

Can you deal with that? I asked myself. Can you handle it when you see her and realize that she despises you?

I shoved my whiskey down my throat and ruffled my hair lightly.

We’d come out here to have a good time, and it seemed like the others were having some fun while I was sulking about Sienna. I wanted to loosen up, but no woman there intrigued me.

My heart leaped in my chest when I smelt that familiar perfume. Of course, I’d recognize it anytime, anywhere; the scent was registered in my head, plastered over my sheets. I had lost my composure because of it, so how would I forget?

I jerked my eyes, and there she was: the most intriguing and attractive woman I’d seen all week. I swallowed, suddenly feeling hot inside.

She was so gorgeous, and time seemed to stand still so I could savor her divine beauty. Her wavy black hair whipped sideways to reveal her face, lit up with an amazing smile that made my cock flinch in my pants. Her friend was with her, and they were both climbing up the stairs.

Kostya whistled, his eyes fixed on them. “My God, what a beauty!”

He better not be talking about Sienna. I’d forget we’re family and knock his teeth out. I traced his eyes to the other woman, the friend.

Sienna’s glittering purple dress was so tight that it hugged her skin, revealing her perfect curves and contours. There was a slit that ran along it all the way to the hem, exposing her alluring thigh.

Fuck! She’s smoking hot.

On those heels, she walked so elegantly to a corner with her friend, where they slid into a couch, chatting and laughing.

I was taken aback both by her beauty and by the fact she was here in this club. Why was she here? What was she up to? And why was she dressed so hot? Who did she want to impress? Was she here, waiting for some guy?

I balled a fist, feeling a rush of anger at the thought of another man having his way with her.

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