Crimson Kisses
Viktor POV:
The room stank of sex and smoke. Silk sheets tangled around my legs, the girl draped over me like a goddamn leech.
Her laugh grated against my nerves, soft and fake, like everything about her.
“You're quiet tonight, baby,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down my chest.
“Want me to—”
The door burst open.
“Viktor!”
Aleksander. He never barged in unless it was life or death.
“What the fuck, Alek?” I growled, already sitting up, the girl squealing and grabbing for the sheets.
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