Control me.

Chapter 32 - Irina.

I stood at the bar, holding my glass, feeling the air grow heavier around me. Paul returned to my side, his smile carrying a hint of pride, almost as if he expected praise. Immediately I noticed that something in his expression had changed. He stepped closer, his eyes holding a certain determination.

"Irina..." he began, and right away I understood that something important was coming. "Nick... suggested we spend the rest of the night on the yacht... with Emily."

I froze for a moment, my glass trembling slightly in my hand. A surge of anger exploded inside me. My eyes narrowed, a vein pulsing sharply at my temple.

"What?!" I said, my voice low but filled with disgust.

The tone of my voice left no doubt—my outrage was unmistakable.

Paul seemed unsure of what to say. He slowly shook his