Irish Promises

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Irvin

I usually perceive myself as a very patient man. After years of doing what I do and dealing with the people that I deal with, patience is something I'd thought I'd honed very well.

Or well I thought I had until I started sharing a hotel suite with Anastasia.

It's not even been twenty-four hours yet and my patience has been tested to a new level I didn't even know existed.

First it was the water and bubbles sloshed all over the bathroom after she seemed to have a fucking party in the bath.

Next was the mountains of food she seemed to breathe in like nothing I've ever seen before, that was then followed by what I can only describe as some kind of wailing animal rolling around on the bed after all that food she consumed hit her back.

Then there's the trail of mess that she's constantly leaves in her wake, I didn't know one person could cause so much destruction, it's without a doubt been one hell of a wake up call.

All of that has been nothing though in comparison to her snoring. Or if that's even what it can be called. It was like a fucking walrus and I can't for one minute understand how any of them brothers endured it night after night.

She's messy, loud, irritating and quite frankly an absolute fucking nightmare to be around at the best of times.

Not what I'd expected in the slightest.

I guess with her being on the other side of the compound for the majority of her stay with me last time, these were all qualities about her I'd missed.

They're sure as hell be qualities that need to be changed before we return home.

For now I plan on ensuring it until we return back to Russia, if I strike against them now there's every chance she'll attempt to return back to brothers. But the moment we're out of here changes will be made.

I know I'd said I wanted an equal and that still stands but I refuse to live with her if she continues to behave like an uncultured swine.

Her father had warned me that she's was a lot to deal with but that she was completely unruly and feral.

"So what happens now?" Anastasia says appearing out of nowhere and no doubt ready to talk my ears off for the 3rd time this morning.

The girl can talk, my god can she fucking talk. It's like every single thought she has in her head just has to be vocalised for everyone else to hear. Without any thought as to whether it's wanted or not.

"I have business to see to today, to ensure everything's set for when we leave after that ball of yours" I inform her, less than eager to actually have to stay here any longer than necessary.

"Yeah that's what I mean" she grunts back throwing herself down onto the couch in the most unladylike way I have ever seen.

"What happens when we leave?" She then asks.

You'll learn how to fucking act and the O'Leary brothers will be dead and no longer a problem. Well that's what I think to myself I just don't vocalise it.

Instead I say "someone will step into my role and we leave this all behind us"

By someone I mean Bogdan but again I choose to keep that reality from her. The less she knows the better.

She thinks on it for a moment and I pray that she'll be quiet for a while but it doesn't come.

"One of my brothers?" She asks, clearly intrigued.

"Maybe" I lie.

She's still unaware that both of her bothers are dead. They were dealt with the moment she run away from me.

I'll inform her of their deaths eventually, blame it on her father but whilst there's every possibility she'll try to run I'll be keeping the truth away from her.

"And what will I do?" She asks.

Always with the fucking questions.

"I don't know Anastasia what would you like to do?" I grit back wanting to get the hell out of this hotel suite before I ring her fucking neck.

"I'll come with you" she says cheerfully jumping up to her feet.

"No" I snap and she's clearly taken back by it. "I thought you meant when we get back to Russia, not today"

"So what I'm just gonna have to be stuck in this room alone, well that's just delightful isn't it" she grumbles and crosses her arms looking like some kind of petulant child.

"Unless there's somewhere you'd rather be Anastasia" I accuse and that doesn't buy me any brownie points in her book at all especially if the scowl on her face is anything to go by.

"So first you say I'm fat and now you're making accusations" she huffs throwing her hands up in the air.

"I didn't call you fat" I grumble realising I'm in a losing battle here.

"It was insinuated" she accuses

"If you keep acting like a dog I'll walk you like one" she snipes at me and the way she pins me with her eyes actually makes me think she genuinely thinks she will do it.

"Just leave I'll order room service and watch movies all alone" she says gesturing for me to leave with the flap of her hands.

At that I do exactly that and get the hell out of dodge before I do something I might later regret. Like slitting her fucking throat and shutting her up finally.