Irish Luck

Chapter Seventeen

Stasia

I have to admit I may have prejudged Hugh a little too much before I'd really given him a chance. He may not actually be as bad as I originally thought, especially not seeing as he accompanied me in every shop, complemented the clothes I tried on even though I knew he didn't exactly like my chosen style. Then he brought them all for me and even went through the drive through when I mentioned I was hungry.

All in all it's actually been kind of a delight.

He's been nice to me which has been a completely unexpected turn of events. Had anyone suggested two weeks ago that I'd actually enjoy being in Hugh's company I would have totally laughed in their face but I can easily admit when I'm wrong.

Well I can admit it to myself I'd never actually say that to him.

"Better than the sushi?" Hugh asks glancing over at me as I go to take a bite of my burger.

There's been an easier kind of silence between us as he drives this time, less unnerving.

I shouldn't have been so surprised to find that he had a car at his offices, expecting we'd leave the same way we arrived. With a driver. But I definitely have to say I prefer it this way. Having a driver has always felt a little stuffy, it was the same when I was a kid. I'd much rather Alexi take me places than some old guy that never spoke.

Swallowing down my mouthful I nod.

"Oh yeah anything's better than that stuff" I then reply scrunching up my nose and he scoffs.

"Bet your father loved you" he says jokingly and even though I kind of know he doesn't mean it offensively it hits a nerve straight away.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" I snap at him my head shooting round to glare at him.

My reaction seems to completely catch him off guard like he doesn't really understand why I'd find that so offensive. Surely Blake must have told him what happened, I know he said he wouldn't go into details but surely he would have given more than the slight basics.

An insight into why I've had nothing to do with the man that's meant to be my father for years.

"Woah...I didn't mean it like that" he tries to explain but I'm already past the point of purely accepting some half arsed apology he doesn't mean.

"So how the fuck did you mean it?" I snap at him.

"All I meant was from what I know about Dimitri he values image a lot, everything has to be expensive, pristine and perfect I can't imagine he was ever happy with you scoffing Mc Donald's" he says and again I don't think he actually means to offend me but he's doing a bloody good job of it right now.

"Scoffing?" I shove the rest of the burger back into the bag suddenly no longer hungry. If trying to squeeze into them horrendously too small clothes was humiliating enough then Hugh has gone and really driven the point home. "I am not scoffing" I then snap.

"Jesus Christ do you ever not take everything the wrong way?" He sighs as if I'm being ridiculous.

"Are you ever not a complete fucking asshole" I snap back and he laughs and shakes his head like he can't believe what I'm saying.

"I've just brought you a boot full of clothes" he points out and that frustrates me even more.

Like he's pointing out that I now owe him for that, like he expects something in return for it.

"And what are you going to do hold that over my head? Make me suck your dick as payment for your generosity?" I accuse the words flying out of my mouth before I even have chance to stop them causing him to blanch back.

"What? No" he says clearly shocked, his eyes bulging and I know I've said too much already. Should have kept my mouth shut. "What the fuck Anastasia?" He then says and I pretend to ignore him turning my attention to staring out the window.

The unnerving silence is back and I can feel Hugh's eyes on me as her unravels my words.

"Anastasia what did you mean by that?" He asks and again I ignore him.

He is not someone I want to talk about this with, not when I can already feel the accusations and judgement he'll have.

"You told Blake that Damien never made you sleep with anyone else but you never said anything about he's made you do with him" he points out clearly putting the pieces together way too quickly and I hate the way my heart thumps away in my chest.

I have to try to keep myself composed as I feel his gaze on me even more, like it's burning into me.

"Anastasia?" His voice sends a shiver through me and I have to shut my eyes in an attempt to pretend none of this ever happened.

When I open them again instead of looking at him I bring my milkshake straw to my mouth and start slurping, the sound a comforting distraction away from what he's trying to get me to talk about.

Something seems to snap in Hugh because he suddenly reaches across and grabs the milkshake out of my hand.

Before I can even react he opens his window and flings it right out. Nope, I definitely take back my previous statement I don't like him at all.

As I stare at him with my mouth hanging open he finally sighs and glances in my direction again.

"I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry" he says softly but I don't give a shit.

"poshel na khuy" 'Fuck you' I mutter under my breath and turn my face away to look out of the window again.