ELENA CASSANO
I sighed deeply as I gazed into the bathroom mirror. I had been standing in the ladies room for over ten minutes reapplying a fresh coat of dark red lipstick.
In reality, I was avoiding two things. The man who had comforted me only to have left me stranded in the room, and my uncle.
The sound of the bathroom door broke me out of my thoughts, and I heard the door slam.
The redhead lady entered into the room, her fingers curled around the doorknob, and she paused when she met my eyes. "Elena." Her nasally, infuriating warm voice muttered.
I turned around, glancing at her over my shoulder. "Sorry. Do I know you?"
"Aria. Everyone knows me." She said with an irritated look. She strutted towards the mirror, the sound of her expensive heels against the floor.
With a glare directed at me, she spoke. "I would appreciate if you would stop fucking my fiancé."
What?
"I haven't fucked anyone fiancé's lately. At least not that I know of." A soft laugh left my mouth. "You're going to have to be specific."
"Ruslan."
I raised a puzzled brow before twisting my red lips together. "I'm sorry. Who?"
Who the hell was she talking about? What the hell was a Ruslan?
The redhead lady sighed in frustration. "Ruslan Vetrov."
Oh.
I almost wanted to smack myself for not knowing his fucking first name. We had been dancing around each other like flames for the past three years, and I didn't know who or what the fuck was Ruslan.
It was uncommon. No one ever called him by his first name. No one knew him by his first name... except apparently the redhead.
Even Papà didn't know his first name. He was normally referred to by his nickname or his last name.
The thought that the redhead knew his first name put a bitter taste in my mouth.
"Stop fucking him." She repeated through clenched teeth. "He doesn't want you. He doesn't want spoiled princesses."
I paused in the process of fixing my hair and turned to meet her irritated stare. "I know you must be quite dull but try to stay with me. I'm not fucking him, and trust me, your fiancé is the last person I want to fuck."
Lie.
"I've seen the way he looks at you."
Can I kill this woman? Maybe hurt her a little...
"Like he wants to kill me?" I asked her.
She ignored my statement. "Do you think he's going to want someone like you? A little spoiled brat?" She bit out. "He doesn't even want to fuck you."
An uncomfortable ache began in my chest.
"That was definitely not what he said a few minutes ago." I muttered under my breath. She paled. "Look, I'm trying to be nice. From one woman to another, I don't want your fiancé. He's all yours."
Apparently she didn't understand what I said because the frown on her face deepened. "You're a bitch."
"Yes. A rich one but yes." I threw a glare over my shoulder. "Anything else?"
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Sinful Addiction
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