29 My Head is Screwed Up

Waking up in the morning, I wanted to wake my stranger up with some unobtrusive sex. Despite the hot night, my dick was once again ready to give some attention to the hot golden-haired girl.

However, very quickly I realized that I was lying in the bed alone. A strange nasty feeling, akin to some kind of panic, appeared in my chest.

Jumping up and looking into the bathroom, I understood that I was completely alone in the room. There was neither the girl nor her things.

Turns out, I got ditched early in the morning!

I start getting dressed quickly, hoping to catch up with my stranger. Glancing at the bed, I see small crimson spots on the white crumpled sheet, as proof that everything that happened wasn’t a dream.

And then my gaze falls on the small table where our drinks were. Again that unpleasant feeling stirred in my chest, but now it was more like rage. There was a small pile of money and a note!

“Thank you for the night.”

Thank you for the night, fuck?!! Seriously?!!

I didn’t expect such a twist at all and was honestly stunned! Turns out that… some very unpleasant conclusions come out of this! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!

“Ah, you little bitch!” I hissed in anger, crumpling that damned note and throwing the money off the table along with the wine bottle and the carafe.

So, my ego and masculine pride have never been stomped on like this before! And by who?! Some little runt!

That brat practically bewitched me yesterday. I can’t explain my own behavior, but I wanted her—wildly and uncontrollably—like no one before.

And that bitch not only ditched me without even telling me her name, she also left money, as if I were some cheap whore!

Just you wait, you upstart, I’ll get to you!

Yanking my clothes on, I rush to the exit of the room and almost fall, slipping on one of the used condoms. We sure burned through the rubber… and we’ll burn even more when I find that little pest! She won’t get rid of me that easily! She’s completely lost her damn mind! No one has ever dared treat me like that! And I’m not letting this slide!

Running downstairs, I jump into my Beemer on the move and speed down the street. But to my frustration, I don’t see the familiar silhouette of the slim girl on high heels. She must have left in a taxi or some other ride!

I slam my fist on the wheel in rage—I know exactly who I’m visiting first. God help him if he’s involved in what happened! I’ll rip his head off!

And here I am, grabbing him by the collar and smashing into his pretty nose, feeling with every nerve that he’s hiding something from me.

“Where do I find her?” I growl at my twin.

“How the hell should I know!” my brother snaps, knocking my hands away after twisting out of my grip. “You should’ve talked to her, gotten to know her, not just fucked her right away so hard she ran off. You had a chance, and looks like you literally fucked it up,” he notes venomously, and my fist itches again to land on his face.

“Find her for me! You have her profile!” — Nazar’s face shifts slightly, and knowing him, I realize—he’s about to lie.

“I don’t have her profile,” he admits. “And I’ll say it beforehand—you won’t be able to track her. I built special protection into the site, so that if a participant wishes, they remain an untraceable anonymous.”

My teeth grind from the anger and helplessness of the situation. I know Nazar is scheming something and hiding even more.

“If I find out that you sent that girl to me on purpose, or you’re deliberately keeping something from me, you will regret it,” I explain slowly and quietly to my close relative, showing with everything in me that I’m not joking. He knows me—and knows that my words carry both meaning and weight.

“I have nothing to tell you,” Nazar snaps, glaring at me boldly. His lips press into an angry line too, as if accepting my challenge but still refusing to confess.

Turning sharply, I storm out of my brother’s office, immediately dialing my trusted security man, Mikhail. I give him the task to find out everything possible about Nazar’s website, and also to have his people try to track down yesterday’s stranger.