46

“This is nonsense!” I can’t hold back.

“Believe me, people often build families without even that.”

“Why are you doing this?” I don’t understand Kirill’s zeal. “You hardly could have grown attached to the children and to me. Then why? With your profession…”

“That profession you accuse me of belongs to Nazar!” the man snaps. “That evening, he asked me to replace him on the date. I thought I would just meet the girl, talk, and part ways. At that time, I didn’t know what Nazar’s job was. And then I met you — so beautiful, sexual, alluring, determined, and ready for anything. Forgive me, I couldn’t resist!”

Of course, it was pleasant to hear that he considered me beautiful, sexual, and alluring, but now I have a ton of problems because of it.

“I work as deputy to the director — my father — at Inkorpmedyar, not whatever you think. And the reputation and prestige of our company matter to me, so my children will stay with me. I’ve invested too much in our business to ruin the company’s reputation and leave my children somewhere on the side.”

Unbreakable man! I let out a heavy sigh, leaned back in the kitchen chair, and turned my gaze to the huge window. Thoughts raced through my head like the wind, and only one gave me a little comfort — our daddy isn’t a prostitute. Though now, I wasn’t even sure if that was a good thing.

“We will sign a prenuptial agreement,” Kirill snaps me out of my thoughts, and I look at him in surprise.

“In case of divorce…”

“Ah, so divorce is actually provided for,” I mutter sarcastically.

“Of course. But in that case, the children stay with me, and you get a decent sum of money,” the man replies calmly, and I start to boil.

“Sounds like selling my children,” I snort.

“Not selling, but a good severance,” Kirill explains as if nothing happened, and I’m just shocked by his businesslike tone and calm. It’s like he’s not talking about living people, but about a routine deal.

“What else should I know about the contract?” I ask irritably, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me I’m obligated to fulfill marital duties too!”

“Of course,” the bastard smirks, licking me with his eyes. “But here, everything is by mutual consent.”

“Pff!” I snort. “Not a chance!”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he smiles smugly and mockingly. “I can be quite persuasive. And it’s in your interest to be an obedient wife, capable of satisfying my appetites.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, so I don’t have to seek satisfaction elsewhere,” the scoundrel lounges in his chair.

At such a statement, I was just floored! He’s openly telling me he will cheat?!

“And what if I have to seek satisfaction elsewhere?” I glare boldly and angrily into the brunette’s eyes.

“Impossible. In that case, divorce is inevitable, and the children stay with me,” Kirill informs me coldly.

“So you can cheat, but I can’t?!”

“Exactly.”

“What a pig you are!” I can’t hold back, killing the bastard with my gaze.

“I’m a man, and that’s my nature. So it’s in your interest to please me when needed — and I need it often and a lot.”

A damn stud! How convenient to hide behind “male nature”!

“And your little face won’t crack?” I ask sarcastically, as a real hurricane rages inside me.

“I’ve said everything as it is,” this scoundrel grins boldly. “It’s all in your hands, little bride.”

Smugly and mockingly smiling, Kirill got up from his seat and left the kitchen. I just watched him go with a hateful gaze, gritting my teeth. It seems that from this very moment, I truly began regretting that night that had intertwined our fates.