NICO
When I get downstairs, I find Sasha sprawled on the sofa. He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.
I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not.
I say nothing to him and head to the kitchen. The same kitchen where I was bound.
I shake the thought off. Nope, not thinking of it. Focus, me.
I make my coffee in silence, pushing every thought of it away whenever it comes.
A few minutes later, I hear him speaking to someone on the phone. Now, I’m not eavesdropping or anything like that, it's observation. Nothing more.
He’s speaking in Russian. But it seems heated, who could he be talking to?
I’m not fluent in Russian but I'm sure it's something about a club.
Why does he sound hotter when he’s speaking in his native tongue?
Shit, my coffee. It’s overflowed already. Did I use too
