13

Konstantin

A lot of things have bothered my mind but nothing bothered me more than the thought of Ebony. A highly unpredictable woman that didn’t fall under the normal category of women I associate with.

The photo-shoot only proved to me how accurate I was.

The kiss was least to be expected but nothing was more puzzling than the feeling when Ebony kissed me.

I recognised that feeling, warm and gentle yet unsettling and problematic but I chose not to acknowledge it because it brought nothing but pain.

“Konstantin Azzaro!” I jolted out of my thoughts at the voice of someone very familiar.

I sighed when I saw him in a winter coat with boots and dark sunglasses on his head. He had a frown on his face as he marched up to me with a suitcase in his hand before he smiled.

“Konstantin it’s been long.” Sergio said without an adulterated Russian accent like my mother.