Chapter 35: To Be a Very Bad Boy ... Or Maybe Not. Does it Really Matter?
Nikolai
I cannot believe she came to the party. However, my Rishka stands in the living room, her face taking in all my guests, her eyes roving over the woman situated at my feet; a swinger I met one night while I was hanging out at a bar with Alek last week. Moving the woman aside, I stand up and head straight toward Adriana, stopping only when I manage to read the expression on her face: a mixture of hurt, betrayal, pain, curiosity. Focused on her face, I ignore the hands of other women grasping at my shirt, my hair, even my crotch as I head toward the only thing I can see right now. Something in the way she hugs herself, her eyes guarded as I come closer, makes me stop a couple of feet away from her.
“I did not
