Page 25 of Sinful Betrayal

After we finished, I made an excuse about needing to be up early before I could convince myself that I needed another fix.

He was very gentlemanly, walking me to my room and giving me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into his own room.

I stared after him at a loss for words.

From what I’ve seen so far, Anton has been kind and considerate, and not just to me, but to everyone he has interacted with.

From the staff at the bar to my friends, he’s been nothing but gracious and generous. It’s a far cry from the monster my father painted him out to be.

Has my father been feeding me a false narrative about him to help get me on board with his plan?

I know I should hate Anton for killing my brother, but the truth is Maxim was a nasty person who didn’t have a good bone in his body.

I loved him because I had to. He was my family, but that didn’t mean I liked him.

Perhaps there’s more to this story than I was led to believe. Or my mind might be completely biased toward Anton right now after the multiple orgasms.

Either way, I’m feeling uneasy about being involved in my father’s revenge plan when I don’t have all the information.

I have no idea what the end game is here. If he wanted to torture and kill Anton for his role in Maxim’s death, then why have me go to all the trouble of seducing him in the first place? It makes no sense.

The logical thing to do would be to directly ask my father about his plans, but the truth of the matter is I’m fucking terrified of him. I always have been.

The thought of questioning him seems too much of a threat to my dream of studying ballet in New York, so I need to approach the subject carefully.

My mind continues to race for most of the night but eventually, I must drift off to sleep as my six-a.m. alarm jolts me awake, and I groan at the pounding in my head from the lack of sleep.

If I were in my own bed right now, I could have slept in until at least seven thirty and still been early to my nine o’clock exam.

The thought only makes me more annoyed as I throw back the covers and get ready for the day.

I find Anton in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee and looking just as immaculate as he did last night in a fresh black shirt and slacks.

When I approach, he glances over his shoulder and smirks.

“Morning,lapochka.” His lips twitch as his eyes roam over my body.

Smug asshole.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” I scowl, heading to the fridge to fix myself some breakfast. Anton watches as I pull out some Greek yogurt and berries and set them on the island. I’m surprised to see you up so early.”

“I have a ballet exam at nine, remember? I don’t want to get stuck in traffic.” I start opening cupboards looking for a bowl.

Anton reaches over my head and pulls one out for me.

“You’re not going into the city,”

I take the bowl from him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not leaving this house until this threat is taken care of.”

The rage bubbling inside me at his demand to keep me locked inside this house almost has me saying something stupid about what really went on last night.

“I have an exam.” I try to keep my temper in check. “If I miss it without good reason, I could get kicked out of the Institute. So, you’re going to need a better plan than that. Besides, I distinctly remember you saying yesterday that you would drive me into the city day or night if it meant I would come and stay with you.”

Anton narrows his eyes, but I refuse to back down on this.

I made a promise to myself that I would make the most of being at the IOD, and I’m not about to let some fake threat on my life get me kicked out when I’ve barely started.

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