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I was monumentallyfucked.

CHAPTER7

Irina

I stewed in my room for the rest of the night. This time, I ignored the burning arousal between my thighs and went to bed needy, tossing and turning for much of the night. I refused to let my greedy little pussy dictate my actions, but as much as I tried to sleep, I was restless. Eventually, I got irritated enough with the reigning heat in my body that I just laid there, annoyed while I stared at the ceiling. My stomach growled and it was then that I realized I hadn’t finished my dinner.

Ugggghhh… What fucking time is it anyway?

I glanced at the clock and groaned. It was three in the morning. With an aggravated sigh, I pulled on a pair of leggings and opened my door.

The lights in the hallway were still on. I almost took a step, but then my toe brushed against something on the floor. I looked down and there sitting right in front of my door was a Tupperware container full of food.

I picked it up and my heart nearly melted. Even after I’d thrown my drink in his face, he’d packaged up my meal and left it for me to find in case I got hungry. It was sweet.

I didn’twantit to be sweet.

I carried it inside my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Venturing over to the small two-person table beside the window, I sat down and opened the lid, finding silverware wrapped in a napkin in one of the cute little cubbies.

Goddammit. He thought of everything.

I was still annoyed at his comment, but when my stomach growled and panged with hunger, I dug in anyway. Even though it was cold, it was still delicious, and I finished every bite of my dinner.

If he was nice to me tomorrow, I might even thank him.

Probably not…

I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. It might even get a rise out of him.

When I was done, I climbed back into bed and closed my eyes. With my belly full, I slept easily for the rest of the night.

* * *

I had just opened my eyes when there was a gentle knock on the door. I yawned broadly, stretching my arms over my head with a soft squeak.

“What?” I called out, taking care to layer as much sass in that single syllable as I could.

“We’re moving locations. Be ready to go in an hour,” Aidan replied.

“I don’t want to get up yet,” I sighed.

“If I need to throw you over my shoulder, I’ll do it again. Withpleasure…”

I huffed with annoyance.

“Fine. I’ll be out shortly,” I called out, doing nothing to hide the frustration apparent in my tone. I wanted to get a rise out of him so that I could find out what that dark promise was in his gaze. Nothing I did seemed to work, and it was really getting on my nerves.

What did it take for a woman to get a little attention around here?

“Don’t worry about packing anything. I’ll arrange everything.”

“Great,” I drawled.

“I’ll be downstairs. Come down when you’re ready,” he commanded.

I stuck my tongue out at the door and listened as his footsteps padded away down the hall.

I slid out of bed, the warmth of the sheets clinging to my skin as I stretched. The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I moved to my closet, selecting a comfortable outfit that exuded confidence and showed off my curves. As I slipped into the bathroom, I stopped in front of the double vanity. My reflection in the mirror greeted me, and I took a moment to smooth my hair, brush my teeth, and apply a touch of makeup. With each stroke of the brush and dab of lipstick, I felt more determined, ready to face whatever challenges lay in store for me today. With a soft smile, I pulled my shoulders back. I could do this.

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