59

This has been going on for several days now. I’m literally living at Yartsev’s! No one let me go home, locking me in his cave and actively… fattening me up.

This whole situation pissed me off like crazy. Having a man nearby was honestly stressful. I didn’t want to get used to him, but that was exactly what he was betting on. His presence affected me, especially when Nazar started strutting around the apartment in nothing but house shorts. I’m a girl, not made of steel, and a sight like that doesn’t leave me indifferent. Especially considering the bastard’s looks and body are simply mouthwatering. I try to ignore him, but it’s hard because the man is constantly nearby, and we even sleep in the same bed at night! At least in underwear now!

Still, despite the irritating factor, he takes damn good and responsible care of me. He constantly makes sure I eat enough and take the prescribed medicine and vitamins. He solved the problem with clothes and feminine necessities simply: online shopping and delivery.

Why the hell he’s bothering to babysit me, I don’t really understand. I don’t believe it’s all because of some heavenly love. I lied to him, just like he lied to me. And the idea that he simply forgave everything and turned a blind eye to so much sounds unrealistic. Besides, it was my gnawing conscience that made me stop everything, while Nazar kept going with his lies, never even thinking of stopping or confessing!

I’ve never been used to sitting around doing nothing within four walls, and I was getting seriously bored. Nazar disappeared into his office so he wouldn’t openly get on my nerves and was talking to someone for a long time.

Passing through the living room, my eyes kept catching on the installed pole. And I couldn’t resist!

Just casually, I spun around it once.

The second time, I spun while pulling into a windmill, spreading my legs wide.

The third time, I went into a difficult upside-down stand, doing a perfect stretch and enjoying the way my muscles worked and how deliciously my legs pulled in the stretch. It’s kind of an addiction. When your flexibility lets you do a lot, it feels insanely good to stretch your legs and bend your back. The slight pain gives satisfaction, because not many people can do what you can. And proving it to yourself once again by hanging in a negative split gives a certain confidence and pleasure in your own body. All that suffering at the barre wasn’t for nothing.

I was about to move into another element when I noticed the burning green gaze in the doorway and almost slipped, falling headfirst. Nazar reacted instantly, though I managed to grab the pole.

"Ann!" the man barked, worried. "What the hell are you doing?! Trying to kill yourself?!"

"Don’t jump out like a jack-in-the-box then! You scared me, idiot!" I snapped back. "I’m bored! You’re keeping me like a hostage…"

"I can see you’re feeling a lot better. That’s good," his hungry gaze slid over my bare legs, making every hair on my body stand up. "You can train, but only under my supervision. In case you decide to kill yourself here…"

Under my skeptical stare, Yartsev flopped onto the couch, spreading his arms wide and seriously intending to keep watch!

That intrigued me, and my inner bitch raised her head.

He asked for it. If he wants to stare, let him.

I tied my T-shirt in a knot under my chest to bare my stomach, while I wore tiny little house shorts.

Ignoring that goat, I lost myself and practiced my tricks. Truth be told, I deliberately chose the most spectacular elements where my body showed off the most intriguing poses and capabilities. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Nazar wasn’t even blinking, watching my every move intently. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, and his chest rose and fell heavily.

Jumping down from another trick, I boldly and brazenly looked straight at Yartsev, smirking. Standing on one leg and holding the pole with one hand, I grabbed my other leg and slowly pulled it into a stretch far behind my ear, showing off miraculous flexibility.

"Bitch!" the brunette growled, jumping off the couch.

His “admiration” of the show was immediately obvious, giving me mocking satisfaction.

You haven’t seen anything yet, Shade.

Should’ve let me go.