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Instead, I am lovingly ordered to stay off my feet, then smothered in equally loving hugs and kisses to my face.“I like you already,” remarks a man with a thick handlebar mustache whom Asya introduces as her cousin. To Asya, he says, “Clearly, she is a clever woman! Smart and witty! Who else could get that son of yours to settle down?”“It’s true,” chimes in another cousin, an older woman busy untying her silk scarf from around her head. “We were all convinced our Pasha would never meet someone who could handle his, how you say…”“Stubborn ass?” Sofi offers.The family descends into a cacophony of conversation as they settle into their seats, handing Asya beautifully wrapped gifts and thick cards. I feel somewhat embarrassed at how small mine is compared to everyone else’s. Maybe no one will notice.After a few more minutes of listening to the family shift between English and Russian with ease, I feel a familiar presence slip in behind me and take the adjacent seat.“You look beautif
Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire chapter 89
DAPHNEOn the way to the restaurant after a quick pit stop at the cell phone store, I send out texts to give the important people my new number. Hazel, Mel, Jameson, Pasha. I download an app that lets me spin up a secondary VoIP number and I give that one to Todd and Keith, because I’ll be damned if they farm my shit out to Conrad and Brittany again.I hardly trust them to pay me these days. They’ve been so jumpy, so easily startled, like they’re constantly hovering over something top secret.I consider extending an olive branch to my parents—but the thing is, one too many olive branches given away makes a tree bare.So on second thought, forget that.When we arrive at Chez Moliere, Lev helps me out of the car and holds the restaurant door open for me. It looks like I’m the first one here—aside from the birthday lady herself.Asya beams at me and sweeps across the room to wrap me up in her warm embrace. “Look at you! So radiant!” She gushes and examines me all at once. “How are you fe
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DAPHNE“You better get going! You don’t want to be late,” I half-giggle, half-moan.Pasha growls against my neck, “I don’t want to be leaving at all. I’d rather bend you over the table right here and have you for breakfast.”I swat at his wandering hands. One of us has to be responsible, and it looks like that’s me today. “You already ate. Twice.” I bite back a moan when he nibbles the sweet spot near my shoulder. “And there’s no bending me over anything. I’m the size of a beached whale.”“Won’t stop me from trying.”“You’re terrible!” I exclaim with a laugh. “Now, go. Shoo! I need to get everything ready for your mother’s birthday.”Pasha sighs. “Fine. I’ll be at the office if you need me.”I hand him his phone and check his wrist for the watch that he doesn’t always remember to put on. The longer we live together, the more I’m picking up on tiny little quirks I don’t think he’s even aware of.When I met him, I thought he was a god. An angel, at the very least.I still do. Now, I jus
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PASHAI’m on my tenth attempt to read the same sentence in the Chekhov International Employee Handbook. No matter what I do, my mind keeps wandering back to Daphne’s blowup in the car.Do you respect your employees?I know what she was really asking. Do I walk my talk? Do I hold my people accountable? Am I the man I claim to be?I wanted to say yes, just to have the higher ground. So I could proudly be better—far better—than her dickhead employers.But it’s been bugging me ever since she brought it up.That’s why I’m on page seventy-two of this handbook and silently cursing whoever decided we needed a fucking Bible instead of a few simple pages.I’m still irritated that Daphne has no problem standing up to me, but can’t do the same to those idiots she calls her bosses. She doesn’t hesitate to tell me exactly where I can stick my overbearing habits—but them? The second they seem even mildly displeased, she bows under their pressure and slinks off to the corner.I was so fucking pissed.
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DAPHNEWhen we finally pull into the clinic parking lot, he sighs. “I’ll help you find a job that’s better than that. Somewhere where they respect you.”“That’s not the fucking point.”I didn’t mean to snap at him. Not really. But now that it’s out, I can’t feel a reason to stop.“That may not have been an ideal job, but it was the first and only one that I chose for myself. That I won for myself, on my own terms and my own credit.” I sigh. “And then you had to barge in and take it all away. Just like how you took my home away from me. My ability to drive myself literally anywhere. Shit, I can’t remember the last time I even got to decide where we go out to eat. Newsflash, Pasha: this is the twenty-first century. I happen to have just as many rights as you.”Something in the back of my mind whispers for me to give him a chance to explain himself.The rest of me doesn’t have the time or patience to wait for some gaslit, testosterone-filled justification of his behavior.I storm out of
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DAPHNEI glance at the clock for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes and silently beg it to go faster. Shockingly, it does not comply.“Oh, my, I’m so sorry, Daphne.” Todd taps a stack of papers on the table in front of him. “Are we keeping you from something more important?”Yes, asshole—actually, you are. “Of course not,” I dismiss with a wave of my hand. “I want to make sure we get this show smoothed over, but I?—”“You’re damn right, you need to smooth this over!” Keith shoots his brother a hard glance before turning his impatience on me. “We’re already wasting thousands of dollars on adjusting the advertising campaign. Not to mention the hours of humiliation explaining to our investors why their favorite artist will not be featured.”Hazel’s grin reaches her ears, but not her eyes. She’s juuust this side of shredding The Tweedles with her bare hands. “I’m sure they all understood why you’re not supporting the work of a sexual predator.” She gasps like she was just struck w
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