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“Let’s just take her home to her own bed. She can wake up in her own room. I don’t want to deal with her complaining all morning tomorrow when she’s feeling like hell warmed up. She’ll try and make it our responsibility to make her coffee in bed or something and all I really want to do is murder her right now for being so fucking stupid.”

Anya sighs, “I guess we’ve all been there. It’s self-inflicted, though, so we can’t feel sorry for her.”

“I’ve been drunk before—but not so drunk that a stranger could have taken me home and—“ my throat tightens, and I can’t say the rest of the thought on my mind. Again, anger surges through me and my hands grip the steering wheel tightly, making my knuckles go white.

Anya sighs softly again and looks out of the window, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“Are you ok?” I ask, noticing that she looks uncomfortable.

“I’m fine, yes,” she replies, but still doesn’t look at me.

I reach out and rest my hand on her thigh. It feels good to be able to do this. A few weeks ago, she would have slapped me for trying a move like this.

A smile touches my lips. I take a deep breath. Ruslana is fine. We’ll get her home. Everything is ok. And I have the most beautiful wife in the universe.

Chapter 18 - Anya

Rodion is furious. He keeps looking in the rearview mirror, which he has angled down to the back seat so he can keep an eye on his sister.

My anxiety is rising because I know he must be angry with me.

I am the one who convinced him not to send his guys to take her home right in the beginning.

I bite at my lip, wondering if it is going ruin the rest of our night together.

We’ve been having so much fun. I loved dancing with him. He’s really good at it too. It made me feel so incredibly sexy to move with him like that. And the way he looked at me—I want to melt against him right now.

But he’s so angry.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“I’m fine, yes,” I say without looking at him. Should I apologize for making a bad choice about Ruslana? I didn’t know she would get this drunk.

Rodion reaches across the car and rests his hand on my thigh. Sparks shoot through me as his skin heats mine.

My heart beats faster and a wave of relief rushes across my body. He can’t be too mad at me. Not if he’s still being so sweet.

I place my hand over his and thread my fingers between his.

It’s feels so good.

Part of me is still worried about whether or not this is something I should allow. Because I don’t know who I am to him. I might just be something he feels the need to conquer. To own. I am risking my heart by allowing myself to feel anything at all towards him.

But I can’t help it.

He’s caught my attention, and he treats me as though he genuinely cares for me. I’m just worried about my heart.

We drive through the dark night, street lights flashing past the car and lighting the road on the way to his brother’s mansion, where Ruslana stays.

Both of us are quiet and my thoughts are on Ruslana and how I should maybe have done things differently.

Arriving at his brother’s place, Rodion tells me to stay in the car.

“I won’t be long at all. I’m just going to carry her upstairs and put her into her bed. I’ll let my brother know she’s there and he should keep an eye on her. He’s not going to be happy about it.”

I watch as he lifts Ruslana into his arms.

“Where am I?” she mumbles, resting her head on his chest.

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