Ruthless Saint

XX

MIKA MALIKOV

        It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in Russia. The sun blazed and stung as I came out of the pool, soaking wet and droplets of water trailing behind me.

        I slipped into sandals, threw a towel over my hair to dry it before I went back into the mansion.

        I wasn't planning on spending a long time inside. I'd been hungry after my swim and needed something cold.

        I was on the hunt for popsicles or any form of sugar really.

        The cold air-conditioned air hit me as soon as I walked in, causing me to sneeze loudly.

        I stalked towards the kitchen and hoped Mischa or any of his men wouldn't be inside.

        It'd been a week, and my husband was still ignoring me.

        He was less grouchy when he came home but I could still tell he was still a bit pissed.

        I'd ignored him as well pretending the silent treatment didn't hurt me.

        I knew I was at fault, and I accepted it, but I didn't have to be treated like a little shit.

        I took a step into the kitchen and paused. There were heads and pair of eyes staring back at me ardently till I caught a glimpse of grey irises.

        My body lit on fire even though the cold air was on full blast inside.

        I couldn't move. He'd captured me with his gaze, his eyes slowly moving down my body till it came back to my face.

        A muscle ticked in his jaw and his eyes darkened.

        His gaze flew back to my swimsuit, his eyes murderous. I followed his gaze and nearly winced when I looked at my swimsuit.

        I was still soaking wet, the tiny fabric of my navy-blue swimsuit clung to me in places, making it see-through.

        Crap. I didn't what I expected but I hoped it would be empty.

        After all, he was supposed to be out on business not holding a meeting with his soliders by the island.

        I swallowed then took a step forward executing my plan.

        "Hi there." I greeted to the dozen heads staring at me.

        Mischa shot them a hard look, probably forbidden them from talking to me.

        I rolled my eyes then opened the fridge. I knew from where I was standing, they had a direct view to my ass and I swore I didn't care but for some reason, I wanted to fuck with Mischa.

        I wanted to leave him unsettled just as he did every time with his gaze.

        I took the cherry popsicles I'd frozen earlier in the day and smiled sweetly before walking out. Leaving nothing but droplets of water trailing behind me. 

        When I got back outside, Roxy was laid out on a pool chair under an umbrella licking an ice cube.

         I slid my ass on the pool chair beside her, but I decided to tan instead. It was a lovely day outside despite my husband icy behavior and I wasn't going to let that ruin my mood.

        I'd apologized, offered a peace offering and bared my soul to him.

        I didn't know what else the man wanted me to do because if that wasn't enough then he might as well shove his anger up his butt.