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After a long shower, I finally crawl out of my little hiding spot, but Kirill isn’t in the bedroom. Quickly changing into jeans and a T-shirt, I wrap my chest and loosely tie my hair in a messy bun. I hear someone clattering dishes in my kitchen. Looks like the man is hungry.When I step into the kitchen, I freeze a little. Kirill is standing in front of the open fridge, scratching the back of his head. And… nothing strange, right? But he’s wearing only sweatpants, sitting shamelessly low on his hips, and I can’t help staring at his tattooed bicep and equally appealing back.Damn man! Where do they make guys like this? Then I smile to myself—after all, I gave birth to exactly the same kind! You can’t fight genetics.“Don’t laugh at me,” I hear, realizing he caught me staring. “I was just thinking what to make for tea.”“There are candies and cookies in the top left drawer,” I smirk, and only then notice that Kirill warmed up some food leftover from last night’s dinner.We sit down for

I felt nauseated, uncomfortable, disgusted. But, more than anything, I was disgusted with myself rather than the whole situation. I recalled our morning together, and it made me want to vomit.Why am I so weak in front of this arrogant stud? Just a minute ago, I had been a complete idiot to even entertain the thought that something could happen between us in the future.Seriously, Vicky?! Why are you such a fool?! You felt his fake care and immediately fell for his acting skills. It was even more infuriating, feeling embarrassed by my naive trust in just anyone.And my imagination wouldn’t help—it mercilessly painted scenes of the two of them naked, entwined, him passionately doing with her everything he once did to me, maybe even better. She moaned sweetly, shivering with pleasure he gave her. His magnificent body glistened with sweat over his rugged, tattooed muscles while the brunette beneath him arched gracefully with her perfect figure. Not like me, postpartum, with some fairly u