Her eyes narrow on me as she mutters, “Yes, sir.”
We stare at each other for a while longer, then I shake my head and walk away to check on the other attendees. “On the treadmill, Abigail. Full sprint. Pretend you’re running from the bratva.”
“I’ll freaking pretend I’m running from you,” she mutters under her breath as she walks to the back of the room.
Chapter 6
Abbie
The past five days have been nothing but pure torture. In every class, I get my ass handed to me. If it’s not by Nikolai in combat training, it’s by the bratva in kidnapping prevention. The bastards left me tied to a chair, and if it weren’t for Aurora coming to free me, I would’ve wet myself.
The only thing that seems to be working in my favor is the shooting lessons. I can now hit the target, which I picture is Nikolai Vetrov.
Do I still flirt with him?Hell yes.
Does it still piss him off?Much to my joy, yes.
All the flirting comes at a price, though. Every day the training gets more brutal to the point where my body constantly aches from all the exercise.
Instead of a filthy fantasy come true, the forbidden and way too attractive blood diamond king has turned out to be my worst nightmare incarnated in the combat class. He’s cold and ruthless, and no amount of flirting will make him give in and fuck me.
I’m pretty sure there’s no heart to be found in his chest, unlike mine that won’t stop beating overtime at the mere sight of him.
It sucks, and I’m growing bored of the stupid game I started.
Sitting in Aurora’s suite while I wait for her to come back from wherever she went, my thoughts keep hopping from the soul-sucking training to Nikolai.
It’s weird. Usually, I wouldn’t bother with a man who doesn’t show me any interest, but with Nikolai, it’s like catnip to me. The more I piss him off, the more my desire for him grows. I swear I’m horny twenty-four-seven because of the man.
Maybe it’s because I can’t have him. The heart always wants what it can’t get. Right?
The door opens, and I hear Misha bark, “Aurora, what the fuck happened?”
I dart to my feet, and as I take a step, my friend sneers, “Go laugh with your friends about how you got to fuck Aurora D’Angelo. It will always be the biggest accomplishment of your pathetic life.”
What. The. Hell?
My eyebrows fly up, and I process the information at the speed of light. Aurora slept with Misha?
When? What the hell did I miss? Last I heard, they were still enemies, and Aurora was doing her best to get over him.
Aurora hurries into the suite and slams the door shut. When she turns around and locks eyes with me, I ask, “What did you just say?”
“Ugh,” she mutters as she kicks off her sneakers. Walking to me, she wraps her arms around me. “Just hold me. You can judge me later.”
Hugging my friend, I can’t keep myself from asking, “Did you sleep with Misha? When?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Today.”
My eyebrows fly up again. “While I was tied up?”
She nods. “I’m sorry.”
Yeah, I don’t know how to feel about this. “For sleeping with Misha or leaving me tied to a chair with a full bladder?”
“Both.” Her voice is thick with tears, making me hold her tighter.
Someone bangs hard on the door, and knowing who it is, I pull away from Aurora and say, “Stay here. I’ll deal with the fucker.”