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Chapter 44 | Daddy

"Malen'kiy dinamit"

Breath gets stuck in my throat as I realize that I'm no longer alone in the library. Quite on the contrary; he came back.

I gulp, not tearing my gaze from the chosen shelf of neatly lined-up books. "Hello" I mumble, pretending that all my focus is on books where in reality all my mind could think of is the man behind me.

Low chuckle is heard and soon the heavy footsteps come closer. His presence is so close that I can feel his powerful yet intimidating aura trying to take control of my whole body. And trust me when I say that not my mind nor my body stand a proper chance in that match.

I bite on my bottom lip trying to keep myself calm and not give much thought to his figure towering over mine from behind. "No welcome kiss?" He asks, his breath in my ear sending shivers down my spine and I clentch my legs together from the immediate tingling down there.

Fuck me.

Not literally!

A bare thought of tasting his intoxicating, soft yet rough lips makes butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but quickly I shut down the feeling.

Welcome kiss? I don't think so mister. You don't get to leave for 4 days, not picking up the phone that could have saved me and Ana all the suffering about Maxim and then just come back like nothing happened and expect me to throw myself into your arms.

"No, no welcome kiss for you" I respond unbothered, running my fingers through the book covers.

"Really? With what did I deserve that, hm little girl?" With every word he comes yet closer, at the end of the sentence his large body bumps against mine, making me take a step to regain my balance.

"Ehm, do you mind?" I huff, trying my best to appear confident and take some steps to the side, my gaze fixed on the books I tilt my head as if struggling to read the words written downwards.

"I do. How I deserved that?" He repeats the question, the undertone telling me he's becoming pretty impatient. Yet nonetheless his tone remains playful so I decide to push further, trying to see how far I can go.

The thing is that he almost never lets me push back, his cold intimidating tone crushes my attempts before I even have a chance to mutter them out. That's why I find his playfulness kind of intriguing, it allows me to speak up my mind more and not instantly sumbit and keep quiet in fear all the time.

Let's see how hard I can push before he'll decide to push back.

"You ever owned a teddy bear?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the books.

He chuckles next to my right ear. "No."

And, damn mister, does it show...

"Well, you see, you have this one teddy bear" I start "you like it and when you are home and you want it to always be available to you, right? But when you leave, you don't give it a second glance anymore, you just toss it in the dark corner of your room and forget about it. When you come back home you remember and show it attention again, but when you leave it is always the same." My head tilts aside and with all confidence that is capable being in me my eyes narrow at him and my voice remains intact "I kind of feel like that teddy bear" in case he needs an actually translation. I think I was pretty obvious though, but, you know... men.

I don't know what kind of respond have I expected, but it sure as hell wasn't him chuckling. His chest vibrates with deep, sexy, which is really aside the point, chuckle.

Excuse me mister, but one freaking heads up like wouldn't have goddamn killed you. He actually put me to sleep the night before he left, would it really killed him if he said 'by the way I'm leaving for a few days'? I don't need a goddamn reason or explanation, he doesn't owe me any of that, but it would be nice if he could be man enough to say goodbye.