Boris took care of everything for me and now, I'm ready to go to this gala with him.My hair is up and I'm wearing a light pink dress that is absolutely fabulous. He arranged all of this last minute, which means that I couldn't have the dress adjusted, but I have no complaints. In fact, I think I suspect that this had to have been pre-arranged, because there is no way he got everything together so quickly.Then again, what do I know?We're back in his car and his driver is taking us to the venue. He complimented my appearance back at the boutique and all I could do was thank him. He was kind enough to do this for me and if I have to be completely honest with myself, I'm glad to be out of that apartment for a whole day. Even though I still think Boris is obnoxious, I'm glad he's done this for me.I don't think I'll be able to tell him that, though. I don't know if I have it in me to be so humble. It doesn't take long for us to reach the venue of the gala—only about five minutes since

Igor left at around three and I didn't see him again after that.He didn't look at me as he walked past. It was clear that he was just doing that to make a point, which just added to the feeling of triumph hovering over my head the whole day. Paula told me they'd leave at five and so I was determined to stay and work the whole day to make up for the hours I missed in the morning. Now that it's time for us to leave, I'm not quite sure what to do. Do I take a taxi home? Unfortunately, I don't have any money with me and I haven't used my phone since the auction. I never got it after I left with Igor, and he didn't get me a new one. All three of us walk out together. I learn that they're roommates and live together, and so they drive to work together. Once we go outside, I see the driver who dropped me off standing in front of the car with his arms folded. Of course, he'd arrange for me to be picked up. He probably had the whole building on alert in case I decided to leave. Paula and B

Of course, I don't have a choice in the matter, like everything else.I'm forced to tag along with Igor to this inauguration that I don't want to go to. My energy is on the ground and what I need is sleep, but it seems like he has other plans. He wants to overwork me, perhaps until I beg him to stop.That's too bad because I won't. I'll do no such thing.I've come this far, so I can go further. I can do this to prove a point and besides, I'm not that sleep-deprived. I can hold out longer. Much longer, actually. If proving him wrong and disappointing him is the end result, then I'm happy.We're in the car together and he's smoking a cigarette. He's dressed more casually than I've ever seen him—there is a plain black shirt beneath his blazer, and it's unbuttoned. It shows that he's wearing a golden chain with a cross. His hair isn't brushed back the way it usually is. It's more shaggy and...casual.I'm in a short black dress and strappy heels. It's the only appropriate dress I brought a

I thought I wouldn't have to see Igor for the rest of the night but it seems I was proved wrong. He just never disappoints. He comes into the room fully dressed, which makes me wonder if he has a separate hotel room and simply did that to torture me. I wouldn't put it past him. I don't sit up in bed when I see him. "If you're up for it, we can have dinner together," he begins, which takes me off-guard completely. "I believe there is much we can discuss before we return to New York." "I don't think there's anything we can talk about," I say, not missing a beat. "And I'm not up for to but thank you for asking." Igor narrows his eyes at me and then adds, "I only asked to be courteous. If anything, this is further evidence that you're the one making things more complicated than they have to be. Be downstairs in thirty minutes or you'll be carried there. And in case you were wondering, no, not by me." I grit my teeth as I watch him walk out. I don't think there is anyone in the world

I wish I could find it in me to get out of bed and go to work like I did last time. He didn't give any order for me to go there today. Frankly, I'm starting to think that he gave up on the idea as soon as Boris whisked me away that day. He only took me to LA because he knew Boris wouldn't be there. What I want is to maintain what I started, which is proving to him that he doesn't have all that control over me. Today, however, I'm just not up for it. I don't want to do anything apart from lying in bed and thinking about life. The good news is that Leo has moved out. It seems Igor was serious about him getting out. According to Hubert, this happens at least once a year so he doesn't believe it's anything permanent, but to me it comes as a shocker because I know why he left. Did Igor really kick him out because of what he said to me? It was a tasteless joke but I don't think it warranted such a drastic reaction. Either way, I won't be seeing much of him and it's a relief. Being aroun