CHAPTER 3
BLAIR ASHFORD
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"Tell me more about your parents," I urge as I shove my feet up onto the luxurious leather seats and tuck them into my body, being careful of my sore knee. "I don't even know their names. I know nothing about them. I should probably know something before I meet them."
Nikolai studies me for a long moment as he lounges back in the chair opposite me. His ankle rests at the tip of his knee, rolling his index finger over the curve of his lip. He takes up the entire space of the chair, acting as if it's his throne. All I know is, he looks so f*****g good doing it.
My core whimpers at the sight, especially the way his dark eyes watch me as I talk. As if I'm the most interesting being he's ever seen. He never hides his honesty from his eyes, he lets his vulnerabili
