BOOK TWO
Marriage is the last thing on Tee's mind. But he reluctantly agrees to marry the Kreeporlerk heir to make his father happy.
KISMET prequel
The story of TaeTee
The events in this story happened five years before KISMET GodtBas story. You d...
To my utter befuddlement, Pavel waltz out of the bedroom, wearing nothing but low hanging sweatpants around his slim waist.
"Tee?" He stopped short but his revelation wasn't as shocking as mine.
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"Pavel?" I wrinkled my forehead. "What...? How...?" I battled with words not knowing what question to ask first.
"Relax..." He laughed under his breath and took two quick strides to catch the falling stack of containers from my arms. "Careful." He placed them over the coffee table and gestured me to sit down. Since my legs are shaking so badly, I lowered to one of the love seats.
Is it too rude to ask this famous ice skater from Russia what exactly he's doing in P'Tae's penthouse? I know he was supposed to be here for the event but shouldn't he be in a hotel somewhere instead of here?
"I know what you are thinking," Pavel began cautiously, probably seeing my face. "But this is not what it looks like," He lifted his palms in submission.
I frowned again. What the hell is this guy talking about? Isn't it enough that he can kiss P'Tae like they are intimate friends, he had to shack up in P'Tae's most private place too? Had they been close when P'Tae was in Russia? Closer than I first imagined?
"This is where I always stay," Pavel said guardedly. "Whenever I come for company work, I stay here. Dava thought that security is much stronger here than in some unknown hotel." He explained quickly. "And I'm not alone," He smiled. "My agent also flew with me last night but that good for nothing fellow left me here alone to sleep off my jetlag."
"I see..." I relaxed a little, breathing out slowly. "I was just surprised to see you here." I tried to smile yet still a little rattled from the shock. Plus my body is weak from being sick.
"Dava must have forgotten to tell you that I'm staying here." Pavel leaned back, finally relaxed.
"I haven't seen P'Tae much since we came home," I ran my thumb over the seam of my jeans absentmindedly. The guy is making me extremely self-conscious. He is shirtless yet carrying off as if he's dressed in a three-piece suit, not ashamed to show off his sculpted body. He's lean and fit with toned muscles from training. I felt inadequate in my loose white t-shirt and straight cut jeans. "I was sick with a fever since I got back from Russia."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Pavel's lips turned down at the corners. "Are you feeling alright now because you still look a little pale," He peered at my face.
"Yes, I'm feeling okay now." I dismissed casually. "I must say sorry to you, Pavel." I tried to convey my feeling as best in a language I'm not very much familiar with. "It's me intruded you. Sorry again." I got to my feet and did a wai. "I brought food for P'Tae but I'll keep the food here." I smiled politely.
