His Wicked Heart

Chapter Twenty-One

nebulochaotic
(adj.) a state of being hazy and confused

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PRESENT

ALEKSANDR

"Are you in, dorogaya?" I asked the woman beside me, who was pointedly ignoring me as she stared out of the car window.

I'm never quite sure what goes on in her mind sometimes, but whatever it is, bound to be fantastic.

"Okay," she muttered after a pause, still gazing outside.

"Haven't heard you, baby," I chuckled, a mix of annoyance and desperation creeping in to have her look at me. "I said okay," she replied loudly this time, though her face remained turned away.

I sighed, then brought the car to a stop in the middle of nowhere. Startled, Genevieve turned to look at me, a blend of confusion and surprise on her face.

I smiled as her hazel eyes met mine, and she faltered. "Look at me when you talk, dorogaya." A frown creased her brow, surprise fading.

"You do demand a lot," she teased. "Look at you when I talk, reply to you when you talk." She nibbled her inner cheek, seemingly suppressing a smile.

Fuck.

Sweet Genevieve's smile is a blessing. She should do that a lot.

"Those demands are quite special, you know," I winked playfully. A slight blush tinged her cheeks. "Only for you."

Even in the darkness, I could see her face crystal clear. Maybe it was my eyes that are in good shape, or my heart, that always found her.

Don't say things you don't mean.

Her morning words echoed in my ears, each time sending a strange sensation through me. Either I found her words irritating, or well, just hurtful.

Probably the latter one.

If Genevieve hasn't yet found the vulnerability I have for her, she probably should see it.

Words hold more weights to heart.

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that. But fuck it, I'm determined to find out.

I parked the car in front of her house. The same house she once welcomed me into. I couldn't help but smile at the memory.

I wasn't a fan of rainy days. But for her, for that day, I found it my favorite of all day.

The sound of my car unlocking snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to see Genevieve preparing to exit the car.

"Be ready by eight p.m. tomorrow," she looked back at me, nodding before leaving. "And I'll send you a dress to wear. No need to stress about what to wear." Her eyes widened a bit as I continued.

I almost chuckled at her blank expression. "What if I don't like the dress?" This time, I did chuckle, unsure if it was due to her words or her curiosity.

Moya milaya devochka.

"Then I better choose something you'll like," I replied, definitely fond of her reaction afterwards. "Goodbye, dorogaya."

She gave a small smile. "Goodbye."

Soon after she disappeared into her house, the lights in the rooms flickered to life. I sighed as I prepared to drive away.