The Competition

Yelena

He cries and I...I have no words. As if there wasn't any oxygen. My heart tightens behind my chest. "It's not your fault, sweetheart...I'm sure she wanted you to run...and hide," I walk over to him on unsteady legs as I pull him into a warm embrace. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. "We left her there alone with this psychopath and hid until morning after calling the police. Later he was taken away and sentenced to years in prison. Our mother's sister took care of us until we were independent. After that...we continued to live in the same mansion, unable to forget that...disturbing sight of her lying on the floor with a fractured skull and brain spilled everywhere."
"How did his best friend feel when he found out what your father had done?" "Devastated," he answers, holding my eyes. "May I know the name of his best friend?" his bow arches as mine furrow.
"Nikolai Petrov, do you know him?" I lie to him and deny, holding him tighter to my chest. Suddenly the missing pieces of the story connect.

I know him. This man was my father. And it was on the same rainy day he gave me this scar. My mother told me.

I was suspicious of their surnames, but I never thought that Nikolai's best friend would be his father. Dmitri Ivanov. The man, his best friend, he had drugged.

All his fault. My Father, Nikolai Petrov. Thank God we finished the project before it became...this mess.

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After the whole thing with Viktor in the lab, I dropped him off. He was too caught up in his emotions. Though I asked my butler to find a way to get his car back to the mansion as well. I drop my bag on the floor and fall face first onto my bed, exhausted. Fencing with Natalia is no fucking joke. I'm afraid of the woman. It's finally the weekend. The whole week and the party were exhausting. You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now. His words come back to me. He should have. I was ready this time. I take my pillow and hit it against my face, trying to clear my mind before I embrace it, wanting it to be Viktor. The temptation is strong and difficult to ignore. My fingers trace my curves, exploring the contours of my body with a growing sense of hunger. The fabric of my panties is damp with the evidence of my arousal. A barrier between my fingers and heated skin. I slide my panties down my knees slightly, feeling the cool hair against my heated skin. I spread my legs a little, enjoying the sensation as my fingers brush against the slick folds of my sex. My breathing accelerates as I circle my clit, feeling the pleasure building within me, each touch sending a shiver down my spine and raising goose bumps on my skin. My fingers plunge deeper, stroking and curling to hit that sweet spot inside me. I let out a soft cry, my body shaking with the intensity of orgasm. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a knock at my door. Shit. "Ms. Katsaros?" not now. What have I done? Knock again. "Uh..wait a minute, Mr. Shuji," I call as I jump out of bed and race to the bathroom to wash my glistening hands. After drying them, I open the door. "Yes?" "Dinner." Oh right, I totally forgot. Since my father is never here, I always share dinner with Mr. Shuji. "I'll be right there."