She doesn’t answer. Not that I expected her to. We’re only afew hours into the silent treatment period. Long way yet to go.
I sigh and head downstairs. As soon as I step onto thesidewalk, there’s a car and a personal driver waiting for me.Part of me expected to find the curb empty when I cameoutside. After the way Nikolai bailed last night like thepenthouse was on fire, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
He’s not your boyfriend, I think. He doesn’t owe you anything.
And thank goodness for that, is what I tell myself. The man isa criminal. In the harsh light of day, I see his behavior at theclub last night in a whole new light.
He is violent and rash and worst of all, unpredictable. Oneminute he’s burning hot, the next he’s Arctic
