Page 26 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

Scarlett

Sergei and I rushed to get dressed eager to get our day started. I was being a horrible friend to Olivia and Anastasia but I really wanted to spend the day with him. I wanted to spend every second of the day and night with him. I was falling for him, I knew it.

Besides, as he waited for my rejection, there was a fleeting sad emotion that crossed his face. I couldn’t quite describe it but it was gut wrenching. As if he had experienced so much rejection and abandonment in his life that he expected it. That notion in itself didn’t make sense since he was so handsome that I was sure women flocked to him. Maybe spending a day with him would give me an opportunity to learn more about him. For the past few days, he kept asking questions about me but we never got around to talking about him.

And sex. Oh my gosh, it was freaking amazing. My V-card was forever gone, although I had to wonder if having used a vibrator maybe I technically wasn’t a virgin.

Who cares, either way it was freaking amazing! I want more.

“What are you smiling about?” Sergei’s voice startled me. We were in the car and he was driving me back to the hotel.

“Nothing,” I answered quickly.

No way in hell would I be answering that question. Talk about embarrassment. Now that I knew how Sergei felt, that vibrator would forever be lacking.

“It must have been something,” he retorted, “if you were smiling all dreamy.”

“I was thinking about all the things we’ll do today.” It was the closest I’d get to the truth.

Taking my hand, he brought it to his lips. “Thanks for spending another day with me.”

I knew there was a stupid, giddy smile on my face, but I couldn’t help it. These feelings floating within me were amazing, making me happy. Like the best adrenaline. I wished I could bottle it up and keep doses of it with me forever.

My mother always said it took her exactly five minutes to realize there would never be anyone else for her but my father. I couldn’t comprehend it, till now. Seeing my parents happy and devoted to each other growing up set some expectations. Sometimes, it seemed unattainable to me, to find the love those two had. It was a rarity, I came to learn. Olivia’s parents didn’t have it. I wasn’t sure about Anastasia’s parents since she rarely talked about her mom. She lost her so young and under tragic circumstances.

“We’ll swing by and get that morning after pill,” Sergei’s voice had me focusing back on him. ”Unless you don’t want it?” He almost sounded hopeful.

I stared at him dumbfounded. I forgot about the morning after pill and we had sex again this morning. Unprotected! Was I really losing my head so fast for this man that protection wasn’t even a question in my mind? And why was he uncaring whether we use protection?

“Aren’t you worried about getting me pregnant?” I asked, frowning. “After all, we are just strangers to each other and we live in different countries.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not really. And if you get pregnant, we’ll get married and have the baby.”

“But you don’t even know me,” I commented while a horribly wonderful idea started forming in my mind. It wasn’t smart; it could cause a war, bloodshed, between my family and whatever the family was that my father promised me to. It wasn’t right. I loved my parents and would never want them hurt or put them in that position.

Then why was it still in my head? Did my father care when he put me in that position?

Stop it, Scarlett!I scolded myself.

If I did something so stupid as allow myself to get pregnant with another man, it could hurt my brothers, my mother. I couldn’t possibly be so selfish. And talk about being immature.

“True,” he responded to my comment. “We just met but sometimes you just know. Some people just resonate with you.”

Maybe he had a point. Isn’t that what my mother said, when you know, you just know.

“Yes, we better stop and get that pill,” I finally said. Being adventurous was one thing, being reckless with another human life was quite another.

Ten minutes later, I was in front of my hotel. Like a real gentleman that he was, he came around and opened the door for me.

I felt slightly uncomfortable debating the proper way to say goodbye after spending a night with him. Was there a proper way? This wasn’t a situation I was familiar with, sneaking back to my room in the morning.

Resolving me of all my thoughts, he took the nape of my head gently and pulled me closer. “See you in a few hours, solnce.”

Pressing his lips on mine, the kiss was soft and yearning. It ended too quickly.

“See you soon,” I murmured against his lips.

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