Chapter Fifteen

Emma

When the door opens, I take a step back. Boris looks at me angrily and it intimidates me.

"How long are you here?"

"I just got here" he grips my arm tightly

"Do not lie!"

"I'm not lying. Ask the security guard who brought me here. I just got here."

My husband lets go of my arm. I pull away from him abruptly and walk into the room.

"When I think things are going well, you do it to show how dreamy I am."

I grab the lingerie bags and throw them in my closet.

"I was on an important call."

Of course Boris doesn't want to let me know that my brother has run away. He won't have as much control over me anymore.

"It's not my fault. You can't treat me any way you want. It really hurts."

He cups my face and strokes my cheek. I leave my face in the palm of his hand, wanting more of that touch.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't treat you like that."

Was Boris apologizing? For the first time in his life, he apologized. I can not believe.

"Just don't do that kind of thing."

My husband kisses my lips slo