MASHA
Nik’s sharp gaze scanned me from head to toe like he was searching for a c***k in my armor. If I told him what his friend did, he would be murdered by morning.
Not that it bothered me, Matt was an asshole!
Before I could lift my hand to wave, a shadow moved past me.
“Miss Kirovsky, please follow me.”
I blinked, startled as two men in sleek black suits appeared seemingly out of nowhere. One of them took my suitcase from my grip without waiting for permission, while the other gestured for me to follow.
“Who..?”
“They’re with me,” Nik said, in a calm voice, “Has my princess forgotten she doesn't have to lift a finger?” He asked and my heart warmed.
Yes, seven years of trying to win the love of a man who didn't deserve you could do that to you. Make you feel like being treated r
