Chapter Twelve

Y A N A

“And now you remember me.”

I wince when I hear the sarcasm in Mikhail’s voice. I feel pretty bad for calling him on a Saturday night, but Evan dropped by and told me that we should be meeting his parents tonight. I don’t remember if he told me or if I just forgot, but either way, I feel like shit.

I have to admit: Olivia’s warning made me doubt everything. And it didn’t help that she brought a fresh batch of clients to my store either. At first, I thought that I would be able to be alright with everything, but guilt started to get to me the moment I didn’t answer the first call.

I was already actually considering calling him, but Evan pushed me to do it, and I’m glad that he did.

But now, I’m starting to regret calling him immediately. I get that it’s only ten in the evening, but he sounds like I bothered him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble, closing my eyes as I feel my cheeks heating up in shame. “I’ve been really busy for the past two days and I--”

“Don’t lie, Yana.” Mikhail is breat