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“Yeah, Nastya. I’ve been home these last few days with my girlfriend, Ann,” I was, of course, outraged by that title, but for some reason it felt nice. Mostly because this beauty’s eyes widened in shock. The situation honestly amused me. “You can ignore us. Start cleaning in the bedroom. We… made a mess there.”

Oh, hell yeah! The poor girl’s gonna be unpleasantly fucking shocked! That bed could be wrung out from our… fluids.

“Oh please, there’ve been so many Anns here… one more, one less,” the modest girl muttered quietly while walking past me, and a smile spread across my face. So she’s got claws after all! But where she studied, I taught.

Still, I didn’t argue with her. This Nastya had seriously lifted my mood, and I hurried to the kitchen where Nazar was already waiting, clearly intending to feed me. Was he reading my mind now?

“How much longer am I supposed to stay here?” I asked the brunette, enjoying the delicious food. The man sat down opposite me and placed his own portion down.

“Until I understand you won’t avoid me,” he looked at me seriously.

“Pfft! Why would I avoid you?” I snorted cheerfully. “I don’t really have much left to hide. I know your truth too. Stop smothering me with your excessive presence and I won’t avoid you.”

“Well, I can’t promise the absence of my excessive presence,” the man smirked, starting to eat. “Quite the opposite. I want you to be mine.”

“Well, you want…” I huffed sarcastically. “Things don’t always work out the way you want. I don’t do relationships. I can only offer friends-with-benefits sex.”

It was stupid to deny I wanted Nazar. He was unbelievably good in bed. That kind of relationship would suit me just fine. But judging by Yartsev’s twisted face and rising anger, that prospect didn’t suit him.

“That doesn’t work for me. It’s not enough. You won’t have any other men anymore!” the man boiled, standing firm, and I started burning up too.

“‘I’m ti-red, I want loooove, the kind that lasts foreeever, and you’re offe-ring sex…’” I started quietly and mockingly singing, making Nazar clench his fists and fall silent. It was so funny because that song fit our situation perfectly… if you believed it. “Listen, I’m not asking about your achievements. How many you fucked while ‘courting’ me or after. Because I don’t care. I don’t do relationships, I’m telling you for the hundredth time! I’m too responsible to start something serious! I feel sorry for you men, so I protect you from me as best I can…”

“Coward!” he threw in my face, and I was nearly knocked back in my chair from outrage. “And a chicken! You run from difficulties! The second something happens, your head goes in the sand!”

“Oh, look who’s talking?!” his words pissed me off. “What kind of relationship could we even have in our case? Are you even capable of anything serious? Have you ever even had a real long-term girlfriend?” I saw I’d hit the mark and the brunette’s lips pressed together angrily.

“That means nothing!” he burned me with his rage.

“It does!” I snapped. “You didn’t want to tie yourself to anyone so you wouldn’t owe anyone anything! You’re like the wind in a field! You’re incapable of serious actions and hate responsibility! That’s why you’re still alone! Isn’t it funny to you that after so many years of your promiscuous life, you’re trying to tell me something about serious intentions? You even got kids to lie for you! You told me we could have our own in the future, but could you even handle the burden? What kind of father are you anyway?! Your own kids aren’t nephews borrowed for a week or two! It’s for life! Hell, even with them, if you stayed longer, you’d be climbing the walls by now!”

“Oh, now you’re talking!” Nazar snapped back. It was obvious I’d hit a painful truth and it burned his ass. “And what about you! Claiming you’re too responsible! All you can do is shake your tits in front of random dickheads! You accuse me of lacking seriousness like you’re capable of it yourself! You don’t want a relationship either because you don’t have the guts! You don’t even want to try because you know you can’t handle it!”

“If I really wanted something serious, I’d handle it just fine! Unlike you!” I snorted in the bastard’s face.

“Then let’s make a bet! I know a great way to test which one of us is more serious and responsible! This bet will put the dots exactly where they belong!”

“And what would we have to do?” I looked at the brunette skeptically.

“I’ll tell you later, or you’ll stick your head in the sand again like the last coward! Are you in or not?”

That smug, arrogant, and handsome face pissed me off beyond belief! Who the hell did he think he was?! Look at him, acting like some role model for relationships!

“And what are we betting?” I ask, and I saw those green eyes flash with fire, which intrigued me too. Yartsev got up from the table and started clearing our plates, because both our appetites had vanished.

“If I win, you’ll be only mine! Completely and entirely, any time of day or night,” the bastard smirked, turning back to me.

“Isn’t that a bit fucking much? You’re betting so you can end up being my boyfriend?” I asked mockingly and couldn’t hold back a laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. Idiot.

“Oh no, darling!” the man looked at me ominously, getting way too close and grabbing my chin. “If I win, you’ll become my wife!”