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ALEKSANDRI need to get my goddamn head checked.Yeah, I’ve well and truly lost my mind because why else would I be crouching behind the ledge on a rooftop where I should be watching the perimeter but instead, my chin is tucked to my chest and my eyes are glued to my phone screen, reading Natalia’s text.Of all fucking things.Putting your card to good use simply because someone has to. There’s a kissing emoji attached to it and I go over that one simple the text several times like a kindergarten kid just learning his letters before tapping on the picture attached, a zing going straight to my groin when she fills my screen.In the picture, she’s standing in front of a mirror, wearing a fitted crop top with a plunging neckline and free jeans that hang low on her waist. She’s obviously inside a clothing store and in her outstretched left hand is the card I slipped into her jumpsuit that night at the casino.I wasn’t sure she’d felt it that night, so I’d pulled up her number which I’d la

NATALIA“Are you getting that?” Neomi drags her eyes down my frame through my reflection in the mirror, a smile of approval on her face.“Thinking about it.”The pale blue jean sits dangerously low on my hips, held only in place by my hipbones. It looks so damn good, I don’t want to take it off. Where has this piece of treasure been all my life?Turning to get a look at the back, I bite my lip, surprised it doesn’t look bad. Because here’s the thing, while low slung pants might look divine from the front, they sometimes don’t look so flattering from behind.However, my ass fills out this one well.“Stop thinking right now and get it.” Bianca appears from behind the curtain, wearing a short green dress that molds to her body and makes her eyes pop. “That jean was made for you.”“So is that dress.” I nod at her. “Turn around. I’ll zip it up for you.”Neomi watches us from where she sits on the couch with her legs crossed, a flute of champagne held between her fingers. All around her are

ALEKSANDR“Have you decided to finally come out of hiding?”The words are directed at the man standing near the door, holding himself so stiffly, he could pass for a potted plant.Dmitri sighs. “I wasn’t hiding, da--” I cut him a glare that silences him. His jaw bulges and he glances away momentarily. “I’m sorry.”I laugh and it’s a dark sound. “And I suppose an apology is going to undo the pile of mess you’ve left for me to take care of?”Tugging the flash drive containing the project with Wilson Cross free off my laptop, I stow it in my drawer, shoving back my chair so I can stretch my legs under the desk. I’ve been sitting here for so long, they’re beginning to cramp.“Cut me some slack, dad.” He huffs, shuffling his feet. “I know jack shit about running a business. You left an entire chain for me.”“Don’t give me that crap. You were there with me every step of the way. I prepared you for this and you still did a horrible job.”“Well, maybe I’m not cut out for it,” he argues. “Have