By the time I get home and plug my phone into my charger, I’m grumpy as fuck and regretting not killing Juan-Paul.
I switch on my laptop and start typing furiously. The monitors light up with the information I’ve been dying to see.
One shows me that Rosalie is in Sicilian territory, and when I zoom in via a CCTV camera, I notice there’s a restaurant.
She’s probably having dinner.
On her bank records, I see hotel expenses and a deposit for an apartment has gone off.
I start digging but can’t find out where she’s living.
The monitor, with a view of the restaurant, draws my attention, and I lose my ability to breathe when I see Rosalie coming around the side of the building.
Jesus.
She’s wearing a sexy as fuck black cocktail dress that ends mid-thigh and heels. The heart-shaped bodice shows off her cleavage, which I’m not fucking happy with.
Grabbing my phone, I switch it on. I ignore all the missed calls and messages and dial her number.
When it starts to ring, I watch as she digs her phone out of her handbag. Shock registers on her face, then it’s quickly followed by relief.
“Hi,” her voice comes breathless over the line.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I snap.
A frown forms on her forehead. “Excuse me?”
“The dress. You better get your ass back to your apartment and change out of it, or I swear I’ll fly out and rip it off your body.”
I watch as anger tightens her features. “You don’t reply to my text and call me out of the blue to boss me around?” Her chest heaves, making her cleavage more prominent. My cock hardens at the sight. “In case it hasn’t sunk in, I’m no longer your captive, Viktor. I will wear whatever I want.”
She fucking hangs up on me then glances around until she spots the CCTV camera. The woman glares at me before she continues to walk down the street.
I lean back in my chair, a smile forming on my face as I watch her sexy ass sway beneath the fabric.
Christ, I miss you, moyaMalen'kaya Roza.
Like a starving man, I drink in the sight of her toned legs and the silky brown strands hanging down her back until she disappears out of the view of the camera.
Just hearing her voice and getting to see her eased some of the pain in my chest.
I hear barking and get up from the chair. When I head down the stairs, I see Luna sitting by the sliding doors, her tail wagging and tongue hanging out.
I push the sliding doors open, and Luna wags her tail so hard even her backside wiggles. I crouch down and let her lick me. “Yeah, I missed you too, sweet girl.”
“You’re home,” Dad calls out as he walks up the path.
“Yeah.” I straighten to my full height. “Thanks for looking after Luna.”
“Your mother loved having her around,” he replies as he comes to stand in front of me. Giving me a worried look, he asks, “How are you holding up?”
I shrug. “I’m fine.”
I don’t think I’ll ever be fine again. Not with Rosalie on the other side of the country.
Dad nods to his place. “We haven’t sat down together for dinner in a while.”
I gesture to the stairs. “Give me an hour to catch up on work, then I’ll come over.”