Moving from Chicago to New York as a single mother, hoping that your new business does well, is scary. But what happens when you find out your best friends new husband is the leader of something even scarier, and the only person who seems to give yo...
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I'm bored
This "party" is boring. I have done nothing but walk in circles drinking whatever drink is on one of the trays of the nearest waiter. The only thing that is good about this event is the liquor is expensive
I haven't even been able to talk to Priya because Nikolai doesn't want her leaving his side, even though they have been away on honeymoon together for the past week and a half.
And when I say I've been walking in circles, I mean that I have been stuck next to someone I know while they converse with someone who seems to rich to even be breathing the same air as me.
I'm being passed from friend to friend like a doll and all I want to do is go home. I am not some fancy person who enjoys going to fancy parties.
I down the rest of the champagne in my glass and I go to step away from Mikhail, but he immediately wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back into his side.
"Mikhail." He says his goodbyes to the person he is talking to and pulls us out onto one of the balconies.
"You okay?" He asks as he leans against the stone railing of the balcony.
"I don't want to sound rude, but how much longer is this going to last?"
He laughs under his breath and adjusts the cuffs of his suit. "I understand. These events are no fun, and this one has been especially boring."
"Yeah, everyone here is..."
"Full of themselves." Mikhail finishes for me.
"Exactly. I don't know how much longer I can take listening to them brag about all their different homes, and how the new car they got has custom leather seats."
"Careful, sweetheart. If you keep talking I might be worried that you hate me and find me full of myself."
"Oh, you totally are, you just like to keep quiet until you feel the need to bring it up." I laugh as I lean backwards over the balcony railing, "I mean have you seen your house? And don't even get me started on your garage."
"Alright, that's enough." I lean back up to find Mikail standing right in front of me, "I have no reason to brag," his eyes rake up and down my body, "yet."
My breathing increases as he cages me in between his hands. I glance down at them to see all his veins popping out, his rings glisten under the light of the full moon. I tilt my head slightly to the right, trying to read what one of his tattoos says.
