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A strangled laugh escaped me despite her fury. “I’m sorry,” I choked. “The image of a vagina looking like blue balls–”
She blew out a frustrated breath, sending a strand of her warm brown hair flying.
“Yeah, I know. But Autumn, I have to be the oldest fucking virgin in Canada,” she groaned. “Fuck, the whole of North America! Possibly the entire world.”
Okay, that was definitely an exaggeration. “Well, what happened? And what does an Olympic chick have to do with any of it?”
“Apparently the fucker found himself a younger woman. Wynter Flemming, the Olympic figure skater. From the States.” My lips formed a silent O.
There was no mistaking the bitterness on her face.
“Well, you know those athletes can’t have sex during training,” I muttered the first thing that came to mind. “So he must have major blue balls.” Her face lit up with that statement. “And–” I added, happy to make her feel better. “What kind of name is Wynter Flemming for a figure skater?”
“Right?” She eagerly agreed, then our gazes met. “It’s actually kind of a cool name,” she grumbled under her breath.
I had to agree. It was a pretty cool name but we had to end that girl. “Besides, she’s not a Canadian figure skater,” I said. “And we all know we havethe bestfigure skaters. Just look at Scott Moir and Tessa Virtue. This Wynter Flemming, who I never heard of by the way, cannot be better than Scottie and Tessa.”
She waved her hand through the air. “Exactly. Though I have no fucking clue who Scottie and Tessa are either.”
It was safe to say that neither Branka nor I were into sports.
“But who is Sasha Nikolaev?” I asked. “Why does the name sound familiar?”
Branka’s eyes darkened and her expression turned murderous.
“The man who’s going to regret ever meeting me,” she hissed. “Before I die, I’m going to carve my initials into his heart. He wanted psychotic, he’ll fucking get it.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I wasn’t sure whether to feel sorry for Sasha Nikolaev or not, but one thing was for certain.
Branka Russo would make him pay.
Chapter30
Alessio
Ipulled up to the Corbin residence mid-afternoon and found them all outside.
It was a warmer than usual day, and it seemed they were all put to work. Including my sister. Autumn and Branka whispered to each other, both of them leaning against their rakes and slacking. I could see they loved hard labor all the way from here.
I strode through the little gate. Mr. Corbin and Kol looked up, and immediately Kol’s whole face lit up and he bolted towards me. His grandfather didn’t seem overly happy about it, but it didn’t fucking matter to me.
Nothing could beat this feeling. I kneeled down so we’d be at a similar height, just as Kol threw himself into my arms and I caught him.
“Hey, buddy.” I still couldn’t believe this tiny, perfect human was my son. “Missed you today.”
He grinned. “I want a story.”
I chuckled. “Sure, we can read you another story tonight. I got some more books.”
“Can you sing?”
Autumn and her parents loved to sing. It wasn’t my thing. Nor the thing of anyone unfortunate enough to hear me sing.
“How about if your mom sings and I read?” I suggested. If he demanded I sing, I would but he’d probably regret it fast.
“Oui.”
