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“You can’t control her feelings,” he puffed on his cigar again, the smoke swirling around him.
“All you can do is be honest about yours.”
His words struck a deep chord within me, resonating with my fears and doubts.
I flopped down onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
Honestly, I was fucking scared.
Scared of losing her, of messing things up, of ending up in that lonely place again. The thought of her slipping away tugged at my heart.
Wait.
Scared?
What the fuck has she done to me? I haven’t felt fear in a long time.
The fact that this feeling of inadequacy has crept back into my life is driving me insane.
I am going to spank her hard for that too.
I had been scared of losing my dad, scared of dying from hunger, scared of facing complete solitude.
But I had never been scared of anyone before, especially not of losing a woman.
Damn it. I needed to visit the psychiatric emergency room and get myself healed as soon as possible.
I cleared my throat. “Who picks a red couch with black floors? Are you a fucking Satanist?”
“May I remind you that your ex-girlfriend is staying in my apartment? It’s Scarlett’s place,” Alexsei shot back, clearly annoyed by my comment. “She’s letting me use it.”
I wanted to correct him that it was my apartment now, but I let it go.
Scarlett Harper, former singer of the American group Little Angels, was the poster child for the classic “it girl” turned rebellious.
She regularly graced tabloid covers, hopping between partners, experimenting with drugs, strutting half-naked on Miami’s beaches, and even shoplifting from thrift stores. Her wealthy father, a self-made media tycoon, ensured she stayed in the spotlight.
Her name was familiar even to young girls in Russia, many of whom wished for long, curly red hair like hers.
“Well, she’s probably some damn Satanist,” I mumbled, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.
“Who knows, but since I’ve become her manager, I can tell you she’s becoming a better citizen,” Alexsei replied. “She even started recording her new solo album.”
I hummed. “How’s Caia?”
Caia was Alexsei’s ex-wife whom I haven’t seen since she ran away two years ago.
Something devastating happened between them, prompting her to ask for a divorce.
“She’s fine,” Alexsei said. “She’s here. In New York.”
I opened my eyes abruptly and sat back down, a laugh escaping me.
I should’ve fucking known.
“You fucking bastard. No wonder you were so willing to stay in New York. You wanted to keep an eye on your ex-wife.”
“My wife and that’s not your fucking business.”
