Page 25 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“Then do it. I want to hear more about you.”

“Didn’t I talk about myself too much yesterday?” she tried to tease. “And the day before.”

“No, not nearly enough,” I told her firmly.

She took a deep breath, and I readied for rejection. It always seemed when I desperately wanted something, I got rejected. No matter how young or old I was, it still sucked. Irina rejected me to marry an old Polish mobster. And he was an old fucker. I could still remember her justification.

“He has more money, a real last name,” she seemed sad but not sad enough to slice my heart in two. “You don’t even know who your parents are and you are not exactly rich.”

After that, I focused on accumulating my wealth so I could see her regret the day she rejected me.

Scarlett placed her soft palm against my cheek, bringing my thoughts back to now.

“How about this? You take me back to the hotel. I’ll shower and change, have a quick breakfast with my friends and then we meet. Forget the shopping though. We can just hang out and you tell me some things about yourself. I feel like I don’t know much about you at all.”

I looked at her in surprise. It wasn’t what I expected. “What time?”

I seemed like a pussy stricken fool, but for some reason, I didn’t give a crap. I’d be a tough and scary motherfucker with others, but not with her. With Scarlett, I wanted her to know me. She would be my wife and we’d always have each other’s back.

She thought for a second. “About ten-ish?”

I pressed my mouth on her soft lips. She didn’t realize but she just offered me the best gift ever. In the few days I’ve known her, she has given me more than I had ever been given from any other woman, including my own mother.

“I’ll be there.”

She chuckled at my enthusiasm. “You don’t have to work?”

“I have one thing to take care of this morning. The rest I’ve got all covered.”

“Alrighty then,” she nipped my chin. My chest swelled at her granting me this wish. “If something changes, just text me. Don’t call, otherwise you’ll incur international charges. It's cheaper if you text.”

She watched me worriedly, chewing on her lower lip, and I smudged my thumb across it. I didn’t want her to worry about that kind of stuff.

“Don’t worry about international charges,” I told her, smiling. “Text me to let me know you were able to arrange to spend the day with me.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. I owned businesses all over Europe, Russia, and the States and she worried about me getting international charges.

I haven’t even dropped her at her hotel and already hated the idea of not seeing her for a few hours. I couldn’t wait to be back for her after my meeting.

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