“Oh,” he sighs with relief. Pushing me back, he tilts his head to capture my eyes. “Then you can cry all you want.”
I let out a burst of laughter, but it quickly fades away when Viktor licks a tear from my cheek.
My eyes lock on his. “I can’t believe how much everything has changed.”
“For the better, I hope.” He leans in to steal a kiss, then looks at me again.
“So much better. I’ve never been this happy before. It feels like I’m going to burst.”
With a dark chuckle, he settles into his seat again and steers the SUV back onto the road. “As long as you’re bursting on my tongue, we’re good.”
I playfully swat his shoulder. “Such a dirty talker.”
“You love it,” he teases me, not attempting to hide his arrogance.
“Yeah, I do.”
The flight to Bali takes so freaking long that I’m tired eight hours into it. We spend the time watching movies and stuffing our faces while Luna destroys a toy Viktor brought along for her.
When there are only two hours left, I climb out of bed and shower before changing into the light blue dress Viktor loves so much.
Walking back into the bedroom, Viktor’s eyes drift over me. “I love you in that dress.”
“I know.”
He scoots up until his back is resting against the headboard. “I transferred money to your account. For the next two weeks, I want you to pay for everything.”
“Why?”
“So you’ll get accustomed to spending the money I give you.”
Shaking my head, I let out a chuckle. “Why?”
He moves closer and wraps his arms around me. “Because I want to spoil you,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. I know you’re making your own money with the work you do for my mother and Aunt Bella, but I still want to take care of you.”
“How much did you transfer?” I ask, bracing myself for a ridiculous amount.
“Only two-hundred-and-fifty.”
“Oh, that’s much better than the fifty million,” I say.
“Two-hundred-and-fifty million,” he corrects me.
My jaw drops. “Why would you transfer so much?!”
“Because you have to pay the hotel fees, the food, and everything else. A first-class vacation adds up quite fast.”
Jesus.
I blink at Viktor, trying to process that kind of money. Sure, I grew up wealthy, but I never had access to such a large amount.
“What if there’s fraud on my account, and someone steals it?”
Viktor gives me a you-must-be-kidding look. “Then I’ll find the person and kill them.”
Right.
I keep forgetting who he is because, to me, he’s just the man I love.