Page 157 of Sinful Games

LeRoy remained steadfast. "Consider it done, Miss Harper.”

"Oh, and LeRoy, make sure to keep Scarlett away from men. I don’t want her with any boyfriends, nothing," I remarked, leaning back in my chair.

Scarlett’s eyes widened, and she shot up from her seat. "What?!" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her tone. "No way! Alexsei?—"

"Will do, Sir," LeRoy responded, his tone respectful and composed.

Scarlett gave him a dark stare, her breath quickening. "You bas?—"

"Scarlett, focus on your tour!" I interrupted as LeRoy busied himself with signing his contract. "Your choreographer told me you’re drunk all the time, and I can’t even keep up with your dancers anymore. So, no more fucking excuses! No more boyfriends, friends, clubbing, partying, drugs. Nothing! End of discussion."

"But... but that’s not fair," Scarlett protested, her voice tinged with frustration as she glanced between me and LeRoy. "I can’t believe?—"

Before she could finish, I raised a hand, cutting her off. "End of discussion."

Scarlett fumed, muttering curses under her breath as she stormed out. Her high heels clacked angrily against the floor, the noise growing louder until she reached her bedroom door.

With a forceful push, she slammed it shut, the sound reverberating through the apartment.

Yep.

Typical Scarlett behavior.

I checked my watch casually. "LeRoy, you’re on fromMonday. Gives you some time to get your stuff together," I said, rising from my seat.

He followed suit, getting up as well.

"Thank you, Sir," LeRoy said respectfully, shaking my hand firmly.

With that, he left silently, disappearing from the room with the contract in hand.

And I left too in a hurry, my heart racing because in just an hour, I’d finally see my wife after two fucking years apart.

Two. Fucking. Years.

Chapter

Fifty-Two

“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.”

?Nicholas Sparks

Alexsei

I paced in circles in my office, glancing at my watch for the hundredth time in the last hour. My nerves clawed at me, my heart ready to explode out of my chest.

Fuck, Alexsei, get it together.

The last time I felt this wound up was when Caia gave birth to our son. That memory crashed over me, leaving me feeling empty. I sank into my chair, burying my face in my hands, my elbows digging into the desk.

Lukyan.His innocent face filled my mind, and my heart shattered again. Those weeks after his funeral? A nightmare I still can’t escape. I survived, but I don’t know how.

Caia leaving amidst our grief felt like being set on fire, doused, only to be burned alive again. For two years, I’ve clawed through shadows, searching for answers to who killed my boy. But all I’ve found was silence. The security footage? Tampered. Every trace erased.

I’ve asked Caia a million times. All she remembers is letting Lukyan play in his playpen and heading to my office to drop off the photos she took of them both in the afternoon. She wanted me to have them, to keep them close while I worked.

Her voice trembled as she recounted how she walked in, eager to surprise me with snapshots of his laughter. Then her tone would grow distant, haunted, as she described the sickening thud against her skull, the darkness swallowing her whole.

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