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Heaviness pushed me deeper into the water. I could feel her hands on my head, refusing to let me out. My stomach kept churning; my oxygen was running out.
I was dying. I was letting her kill me.
I should fight, I should struggle. I had not ruined my papa or told Andrei the whole truth yet. I couldn’t die.
I can’t die.
But it was too late.
The last thing I heard was Andrei’s voice. I was hallucinating his voice even as I died.
And then I died.
Chapter 24 - Andrei
I’d gotten a phone for Adrienne before I scheduled my trip away from New York. I’d wanted to hear her voice every day while I was away and have her tell me everything she was up to.
However, when I thought of her calling bastards like Oliver with the same phone, uneasiness crawled all the way to my chest and sat there, and a certain kind of insecurity sheeted all over me.
I’d ended up keeping the phone. I could give it to her after I returned to New York.
I had no reason to feel insecure since she decided to stay with me of her own free will but Christ, the mere thought of another man even looking at her the wrong way infuriated me.
Plus, I needed to be away from her to sort out this obsession I had with her before it ruined me. No woman had ever been the very bane of my existence the way Adrienne was. I knew she was poison, yet I was willing to drink from her cup again and again. And even if she buried a dagger in my heart, I’d just smile at her and probably fuck her one more time before I died.
I was crazy, truly I was.
I’d thought this trip away from New York would straighten my mind and straighten my thoughts in the way they should be, but it was unfortunate that it didn’t. Instead, it had the opposite effect on me. It made me think about her even more.
Being away from her made me miss her little nags and the whines that I hated so much.
I was fucked up, and I knew it.
The door to my suite opened, distracting me from my thoughts. A lady in lingerie walked in with a mask and a whip. I’d always had women keep me company whenever I wasn’t busy with my business meeting outside the suite—maybe it was just what I need to get my thinking straight.
She danced in front of me like a dirty feline, making me think of the crazy dirty girl I had at home with the temper of a cat. She kept her ass on my legs, twirling her waist, yet all I could think of was Adrienne’s fleshy and curvy ass. Having this woman sitting in the same place where I wanted Adrienne to sit when I got home sent a rush of disgust to my throat.
And the fact that it wasn’t just Adrienne’s body I was longing for,
It was her voice. The way her presence felt like home to me. The way she never let me get away with anything but still had her way around making me feel she cared for me.
I missed everything about her. And I was longing for her, not just sex with her.
Without warning, I shifted my legs and the woman fell, her ass hitting the floor. I couldn’t make out her face but the glitter in her eyes showed she felt embarrassed. A gentleman would have apologized, but I was no gentleman. Instead of making her feel less ashamed about the situation, I straightened my tie and said, “Get out.”
Batting her artificial lashes was the only reaction she made. “I should—”
“I won’t repeat myself,” I cut her off.
She nodded, stood from the floor, and took a walk of shame out of my room.
I’d thought my obsession with Adrienne was because of her body but it didn’t seem like it now. No. I was certain it really wasn’t that.
I missed how beautiful her morning face usually was, especially when the drapes were up and sunlight filtered into the room.
I missed how my heart fluttered whenever she smiled and how comfortable I felt whenever she was close to me.
I missed my wife.
