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Alexsei’s face twisted in horror, quickly putting down his California roll.
Disgust flashed in his eyes, and his expression was so comical I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You just had to bring that up, didn’t you? Now I won’t be able to get the image of worms crawling out of my sushi out of my head.”
My laughter intensified, and I struggled to stifle the loud sound by covering my mouth with my hand. “Well, as long as you don’t attempt to devour 200 of them, I think you’ll be safe,” I managed to reply. Alexsei shook his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face.
“As much as I’ve enjoyed our delightful conversation about infected intestines, I really should get you home. Angelo isn’t known for his patience.”
He motioned for the bill with a simple raise of his hand and gracefully slipped his leather jacket back on.
As we prepared to leave, an impulse took hold of me, and I blurted out, “Why do you keep sticking around with me?”
Instantly, I regretted my words, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.
Sofiya, you really have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong times.
“No, I mean…” I corrected myself, nervously playing with my chopsticks and prodding at my now-cold egg fried rice. “Why do you continue to spend time with me? We’ve been back from Moscow for over three months now. You don’t have to babysit me anymore.”
Alexsei raised his eyebrow as he absentmindedly ran his hand through his beard.
Soon after, a tall, handsome Asian waiter brought the bill, and he smoothly paid with his black card. The waiter wished us a pleasant evening and left to attend to other customers.
“How much did you hear, Sofiya?”
I let out a sigh, biting my lower lip.
There was no use in trying to hide the truth.
“Not much, just Volk’s name,” I admitted.
He scoffed lightly, as if expecting as much. “And what do you want to know?”
Swallowing nervously. “Everything.”
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes continued to scrutinize me. Without a word, he stood up and gestured for me to follow him.
Knowing his unpredictable moods, I quickly wiped my lips clean and obediently trailed him outside.
We walked side by side to his sleek black Range Rover, Alexsei still silent, his long legs forcing me to hurry to keep up. Panting slightly, I was relieved when we reached the car.
He opened the door for me, his expression distant.
Once inside, he revved the engine, zooming through New York City as if on a mission.
The speed made me uneasy; I gripped the seat’s edges.
“I know Angelo’s time is valuable, but so is my life,” I shouted over the wind.
He rolled his eyes, eased off the gas, and focused on the road.
Silence fell, my hands fidgeted nervously, wiping sweat on my thighs.
My mind buzzed with swirling thoughts—questions, doubts, and hopes that suddenly left me feeling weary.
I rested against the window, eyes closed, drained.
After what felt like an hour, Alexsei shook me awake.
