Viktor
Viktor; 28. Rosalie; 20 – Two years since capture.
Blyad'. I only have a week left.
Every fiber of my being is against letting Rosalie go, but I can’t go back on my word.
And it’s not like anything’s going to change. I had three years, and she’s fought me every step of the way.
She’ll never forgive me for the part I played in killing her family.
There were times I seemed to get through to her, but she’d shut down so fast, and it would become more difficult to bridge the gap between us.
I’m worried she’ll forget about me the moment she leaves.
I can’t blame her, though.
Letting out a sigh, I get up and leave my office. I walk to the side door, and leaning against the doorjamb, I cross my arms over my chest and watch Rosalie run the obstacle course she set up for Luna.
Jesus, I’m going to miss the dog as well.
Over the past three years, Rosalie has blossomed into a stunning woman. There’s no sign of the seventeen-year-old girl I kidnapped.
I wonder if she knows how much stronger she’s become. The girl would cower and flinch, whereas the woman doesn’t hesitate to tell me to go to hell and trash her room to make a point that she hates living here.
All of my friends married the women of their dreams, and I’m forced to say goodbye to mine.
There were so many things I wanted to share with her, but Rosalie never allowed me to cross the line. I couldn’t even take her to Luca and Mariya’s wedding.
She also doesn’t want me to share anything about my day or things happening in my life.
Rosalie has built an insurmountable wall between us.
Christ, she’s so much stronger than me.
“It’s rude to stare,” Rosalie mutters as she gathers Luna’s toys.
“I only have a week left to look at you. I’ll stare all I want.”
Her eyes dart to mine, and I see the conflict warring in them.
I know, without a doubt, Rosalie is attracted to me. I’ll even go as far as to say she’s in love with me. But as long as she’s unable to forgive me, none of that matters.
When she pushes past me, I grab hold of her arm to hold her back. Turning my head, I lock eyes with her. “Don’t hide in your room tonight. Watch a movie with me.”
There’s zero hesitation when she answers, “No.” Tugging her arm out of my grip, she walks into the house.
Not happy with her reply, I ask, “Why not?”
Rosalie places the toys in a basket, lets out a sigh, then looks at me. “Because you always give me orders, Viktor. You never ask.”
Frowning, I shake my head. “I ask.”
“No, you don’t. It’s always an instruction.”
I walk closer to her. “Will you watch a movie with me tonight?”
Rosalie lets out a dry chuckle. “Only you can make a question sound like a demand.”