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I stare after him as he disappears through the patio doors into the house.

He is so gorgeous.

No wonder I lost control.

I grab my pants off the floor and tug them over my legs, which are now feeling the cold again. Cold that only a moment ago didn’t even exist to me.

I fold the blanket up and place it on the corner of the couch, then stand awkwardly alone, wondering if I should go inside and see who it is or wait out here.

It’s odd, because what I should want to do is run, screaming, begging them to help me get away from the person who is keeping me prisoner. I guess that’s not realistic, because someone visiting Alex is obviously friends with Alex.

I roll my eyes at myself.

There is definitely something wrong with me.

I am starting to get a crush on the asshole who kidnapped me.

Chapter 12 - Alexei

“Who the fuck would be here now?” I mutter as I march towards the front door, still trying to get my cock to calm down.

I pause in the hallway, taking a deep breath. I do my best to pull myself together.

Shit. That was so fucking sexy. I am furious that I got interrupted just when I was about to finally find out what she feels like.

I wait, counting to ten, as my cock simmers down.

I shake my head as the doorbell rings again.

“I’m coming,” I shout loudly, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

I pick up the gate phone near the front door and the monitor jumps to life.

“Hello,” I say over the speaker. In the camera, I see Oleg’s car. He is in the driver’s side, Anya on the passenger side. Oleg and Anya both turn their heads towards the camera, waving at me.

“Hello,” Anya shouts.

“What the hell?” I say too softly for them to hear me.

Pressing the gate buzzer, I watch through the camera as they drive through the security gate and into my yard. I take a deep breath before I pull the front door open, stepping outside, closing it behind myself and hoping like fuck they don’t ask to go inside.

I stand on the top step, waiting for them to climb out of the car.

“Oleg, Anya, what brings you here?”

Oleg glares at me. “You were acting pretty fucking strange at work this morning, so I followed you home—and of course I sawher.”He gestures towards the front door, obviously meaning Clara. “So, I went back to town to fetch Anya because clearly someone has to come through here and talk some fucking sense into you. What the fuck is going on?”

Oleg is furious. His fists are clenched at his sides, his neck muscles are taunt.

“Look, man," I begin, but I have nothing to say that can explain anything at all. Even I don’t know how this happened. It just happened. I didn’t plan for it to happen.

I swallow hard. I look over to Anya. She is usually more understanding, a little more patient than Oleg. But she looks just as angry.

“Alexei, this is really stupideven for you. We’ve only just got this whole alliance with Giorgio under control, and this—this is going to fuck the whole thing up.”

Anya glares cold steel into me and I clench my jaw.

“Guys, it just happened,” I blurt out. “It was an accident.”

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