58 Boredom

Ann:

Things had reached complete absurdity. I wanted to go home, but the apartment door turned out to be locked, and my phone had mysteriously disappeared.

Dealing with psychos, I decided for myself that if I spent one more night at Nazar’s place, nothing terrible would happen. It was already pretty late, and no matter how much I played the hero, my strength was leaving me fast. I needed to sleep, rest, and tomorrow, fully recharged, I’d start tearing Yartsev’s place apart… and him along with it.

After having a screaming match with the brunette and demonstratively slamming the door as loud as possible, I settled into the bed where I’d woken up. Since he’s so damn stubborn, then this room is my territory now!

Arguments drain a lot of energy, and in general I hate fighting with people. So the moment I nestled into the comfy bed, I instantly dropped into healing sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to pee and didn’t immediately understand where I was. Luckily, there was dim lighting in the corner of the room, and I quickly remembered that one arrogant bastard had practically kidnapped me. Throwing the blanket aside to get out of bed, my hand bumped into something velvety-soft and warm. Half-asleep, I didn’t get it and started feeling around when I heard a sleepy but pleased voice somewhere beside me.

"Since you’ve already grabbed it, jerk it a hundred times fast, and the last five slow… but harder."

"What the fuck, Nazar?!" I shot out of bed and switched on the bedside lamp, outraged to see that turkey lying next to me completely naked! "What are you doing here?!"

"Living, sleeping, and you’re yelling and bothering me," he mumbled like nothing happened, rolling onto his stomach and burying his arms under the pillow. "And tugging on my dick! I’ll give you attention, don’t worry. Just let’s wait till morning at least. I didn’t sleep at all last night. Because of you, by the way…"

"I’m not sleeping with you! Not even next to you!" I snapped, while nervously noting just how gorgeous his tattooed torso looked against the dark sheets. It was tempting as hell.

"You’ll have to," the asshole yawned.

Like hell I will! I don’t sleep with men overnight at all, and this is the most shameless invasion of my personal space!

If he’s that stubborn and annoying, then let him sleep here. I’ll move to another room.

Angrily slapping my feet on the floor, I stormed out of the bedroom toward the other rooms. But a nasty surprise was waiting for me.

They were all locked!

I was so furious at that Shade bastard! After going to the bathroom, I headed into the living room and settled onto the huge couch. It was uncomfortable, leather, squeaky, cold, and there wasn’t even a blanket nearby. I curled up with my legs tucked into the oversized T-shirt and heard a loud exhausted sigh somewhere nearby.

"Why the hell are you so stubborn?!" the man grumbled angrily, but I couldn’t care less about his opinion. If he doesn’t like it, he can let me go.

I felt a warm blanket land over my shoulders. Well damn, what a caring gentleman! Making me comfortable… on an uncomfortable couch while he enjoys a warm bed. He could’ve given it up!

But I didn’t get to finish the thought because I was suddenly wrapped up in that blanket like a shawarma and lifted into the air! I couldn’t even move, just kicked furiously and cursed.

"Let me go, asshole! What are you doing?!"

"Domesticating my little panther," the idiot grinned and even kissed me on the nose!

"This little panther is about to claw your eyes out!"

"I encourage light domination," this guy is impossible!

He carried me back to the bedroom and laid me on the bed, hugging me tight.

"Anya, stop growling and kicking already. I’m not even hitting on you right now. Let’s just sleep. I’m tired, you’re weak. You’re acting like a little hysterical brat!"

"Then let me go."

"No," came the short answer.

"Then put on some damn underwear!"

"And will you stop soaking your panties?" he asked mockingly.

"I’ll try… but only tonight."

"Fine," Nazar clicked his tongue and disappeared into the closet, coming back in boxers.