Page 19 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
More likeshewas watching because I’d zoned out minutes ago.
“Can you believe I didn’t get his name?” I scoffed, gazing at the TV.
She glanced in my direction, her green eyes pinned on me. “Really? This again? I thought we were over this emotional whiplash of yours.” She stared at me a while longer before taking another bite of the pizza slice in her hand.
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who got ghosted,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. In all honesty, I didn’t mean to say that out loud; the words just fell out of my mouth.
“Ghosted? Are you kidding me?” she asked with her mouth full. “It was a one-night stand, girl. Nothing more.” Leona wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “So what if the sex was great? Life goes on. You should, too.”
I heaved a sigh, my gaze absently fixed on the characters on TV.
“Hang on a second,” she said, staring at me. Her head tilted to the side, and a suspicious look crossed her face.
“What?” I asked casually, curious as to why those green eyes battled mine.
“You’re really hung up on this guy, aren’t you?” she questioned, her lips curling into a mocking smile. “I’ve never seen you like this over anyone before. Ever. Especially not a one-night stand.” A chuckle left her lips. “Damn, he must’ve been really good.”
“You have no idea,” I murmured.
Once again, that wasn’t meant to come out. But it did, with a voice filled with enthusiasm.
Her brows rose in astonishment, her smile broadening. “Wow! He did leave a mark on you.”
“He still hasn’t called, you know,” I said, my eyes reflexively flickering to my phone’s screen.
She stared at me in silence, chewing slowly. “Alright, listen to me, princess,” she began, her tone a little sharper than I would’ve liked. “You had a great time with Prince Charming—hell, maybe even did some mind-blowing, probably not-so-creepy stuff together. But guess what? It’s over now. He’s gone.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Is there a version of you out there that’s not so friggin’ blunt all the time?”
She took another slice from the box. “I hope not.”
I scoffed and shook my head, helping myself with a slice. Leona was right, as always. It was useless to rant about Yulian’s Olympic-level ghosting. What happened between us was nothing more than a one-night stand. He was gone now, back to his world, to his life.
It was time for me to do the same.
Leona was right. Hot guys with scars are the worst.
We spent the rest of the evening watching her favorite TV show, chattering, and laughing. Leona had this subtle way of making my life much easier without breaking a sweat. And I loved her for that and many more things.
About thirty minutes after she left my place, I was still curled up on my couch, scrolling through social media, when I heard a knock at my door. I paused, eyes darting toward the entrance, my face a mask of suspicion.
I glanced up at the wall clock. It was almost 11:30 p.m., and I wasn’t expecting anybody after Leona. My life was super private, and everyone at where I worked knew just how closed off I was with people. I didn’t have any friends except for Leona, and she was the only person who ever came visiting, mostly because she was the only one who knew where I lived.
Did she forget something?
I looked around my living room, but there was nothing here that was hers. Besides, even if she did leave something behind, she would’ve called and told me she’d come pick it up some other time. Or suggest that I drop by her place tomorrow to return it.
That being said, whoever was outside my door was definitely not Leona.
I heard it again, the knock. Soft, gentle. Nothing that screamed trouble.
All my senses came alive at the same time, and slowly I rose to my feet. I looked out the window for any sketchy movements, but it was quiet outside. Maybe too quiet even. My jaw tightened, my pulse quickening as I made my way to the kitchen and picked up a knife.
A part of me wanted to believe that whoever was outside my door was probably just a neighbor or some homeless guy getting bored. But that cynical part that had kept me safe this entire time wouldn’t buy that thought.
Something was off. I could feel it.
With the knife gripped firmly behind my back, I crept toward the door, my bare feet barely making a sound against the floor.
