59 Jealous

Vicky:

I woke up and opened my eyes sharply, as if someone snapped their fingers. One thought was pounding in my head — that I’d been asleep for half a day and the kids were on their own, hungry, miserable, and unattended. Then my instant panic settled when I remembered the boys were with my mom.

There was a strange heaviness around my waist, and when I lowered my gaze, I saw a man’s tattooed arm that had slipped under my robe and was wrapped around my bare stomach.

Memories of yesterday and last evening instantly crashed into my sleepy brain, making me blush. It feels like I had a fever, delirium, and — hopefully — hallucinations. The fact that Kirill was helping me express milk is something you wouldn’t see even in a nightmare, and if it really happened, I want to sink through the ground.

However, another episode surfaced in my mind — one I’d also like to forget. Yesterday there was a moment when I almost let myself get weak, but that was ruined like a slap across the face by the sickly-sweet smell of women’s perfume. And I told Kirill about it. After that, the man growled, picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, wrapped me tightly in a blanket, and settled into the armchair.

Apparently, the armchair became uncomfortable, and he decided to crawl into my bed! After being with some woman!

I yank his insolent arm off me sharply and roughly, and the man starts grumbling behind my back. When I turn around, I see his sleepy face, not understanding anything, squinting and buried in the pillow.

It would be cute if it weren’t so disgusting! Looking closer, I realize that this jerk is lying here in nothing but his underwear!

“What, completely lost your mind?!” I hiss at Kirill. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“Why are you screaming right away?” he mutters irritably. “I was checking your temperature all night!”

“In just your underwear?” I cross my arms skeptically over my chest, which doesn’t hurt anymore.

“You’re right, next time I’ll take them off! You need to start getting used to it anyway!”

His nerve leaves me speechless for a second. What an asshole!

“Let your women get used to that!” my anger has no limits.

“Oh, they’re used to it! They don’t pretend to be untouchable — they spread their legs at the snap of a finger!” the bastard snaps back, and my patience finally snaps.

I reposition myself and kick the filthy jerk off my bed with my legs. He’s heavy, the bastard, but not expecting such a move from me, he doesn’t manage to grab onto anything and crashes onto the floor with a loud thud.

“You’ve completely lost the plot — crawling into my clean bed after some whore! Gross, f*ck! Now I’ll have to change the sheets! Just what I needed — to catch some infection!” The universal rage keeps carrying me, and I don’t even notice the danger.

Kirill jumps up from the floor sharply, throws himself at me, pins me down with his body, trapping my hands on both sides of my head. He looks fierce enough that my heart flutters with fear.

“Are you jealous?” the man smirks smugly, letting his gaze linger on my lips.

“As if! Just don’t forget you have kids here! And bringing all sorts of diagnoses into this house can be dangerous for their health!”

“Nothing happened yesterday.”

“Oh, sure! And is that girl—the one whose perfume could be smelled a mile away from you—aware that ‘nothing happened’?” I shoot back sarcastically, not believing him for a second.

“You’re not even my wife yet, and you already know how to fry my brain!” Kirill snorts. “I don’t like that.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, you know, I’ve been thinking… I really am not your wife yet. The contract isn’t signed, which means I can go out and get properly f*cked by whoever I want!”

I wanted to hit him with words, at least somehow, so he would at least for one percent feel what I feel in this situation. It infuriated me that he allowed himself everything, as if he were the king and god here, while I had to accept unfair conditions.

Well, whatever my goal was — I reached it. Kirill got angry and grabbed my chin hard, burning me with his green eyes.

“Don’t you dare!” he hisses into my face through clenched teeth. “If I find out — there will be no mercy for anyone!”

“Well… that’s if you find out,” I say with malicious satisfaction, refusing to back down, staring at my fiancé boldly and challengingly.

“Bitch!” Kirill growls and slams his fist into the bed right beside my face, then his mouth crashes into mine — rude and demanding.