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He looked deep into my eyes and said with a casual tone, “I don't mind. I think it's kind of hot.” He hit me with that pesky little smirk again.

What? No! You're fucking supposed to reject me! How hard can it be to reject a slut? What more do you want me to tell you before you can put an end to this madness? Would you fucking like me if I told you that I was HIV position or that I had all manner of STIs? Jesus Christ!

It was stormy in my head, my inner voice screaming at him.

Yet, on the outside, I looked calm and reserved, like I wasn't losing my sanity.

“It doesn't matter what flaws or bad behavior you might have,” he said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “I'll fix you.”

His arrogance, though!

At the end of the day, it was a bust. The man had the perfect replies to all my reasons. It was clear to me that there was nothing I could say or do that would make him change his mind.

This marriage was going to happen, and sadly, there was nothing that I could do about it. My fate was sealed.

All through the drive back to my dorm, it was silent between us, with only the sound of the humming engine filling the car's cabin.

Alexei brought his black G-wagon to a stop outside my dorm and turned to face me. “I believe I now know enough about my future wife.”

No, you don't know shit.

I stared at him, wishing that a truck would hit his car on his way back to whatever hellhole he’d crawled out from. My thoughts on his death were a little extreme, but that was how much I hated Alexei Tarasov.

“I have just one more semester until I graduate,” I said, looking at him. I ignored the sly grin on his lips. “Can we please postpone the wedding till then—at least until after my graduation?”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his expression soft. There was a glint of understanding in his eyes.

“Yes,” I muttered, grateful I would finally get something done my way.

“Then no,” he blurted out, his lips curling into an evil smirk.

My eyes widened in disappointment. I should've seen this coming, knowing he'd never do anything that wouldn't benefit him or his stupid organization.

He’d given me hope and then bashed it without second thoughts. What a devil.

I could tell he enjoyed getting on my nerves. This sick psycho delighted in seeing me suffer, and now I feared what he would do to me once we got married.

My hatred for him had escalated after today, especially since he managed to turn the tables around on me.Iwas supposed to be the one to get on his nerves—to send him home angry and disappointed. Now, I was the one angry and disappointed.

I stepped out of the car, and as he drove away, I headed into the building, going straight to my room, where I pushed the door open without bothering to knock.

“Hey!” Ravyn launched off her bed, a book in her hand. “How'd it go?” She walked over to me, her gaze locked on mine.

“I hate him. I hate him…. I hate him so much,” I spat, my voice laced with venom and disdain.

“That bad, huh?” She tossed the book on her reading table and embraced me. “I've got you.”

“I hate him so much, Ravie.” My voice broke, eyes misting as I fought back my tears.

“Shh.” She hugged me tighter, her palm smoothing down my hair.

Nothing could ease the pain of today’s encounter.

Chapter 7 – Alexei

With a sly grin perched on my face, I lay on my bed, absently staring at the ceiling. Both hands were thrown to the back of my head as I lay stripped from the waist upward in a pair of tight black boxers.

I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with that spoiled little brat who had deluded herself into thinking she could talk me out of the marriage. What on Earth had given her the impression that I was one to be easily swayed by words?

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