ROMAN
My f*****g knee has been acting up again. It happens every once in a while. I took some painkillers this afternoon and spent the rest of the day working from my bed, hoping it would help. It did, but just barely. I hate this chair, but the thing that bothers me more than the chair itself is Nina seeing me in it. She’s nothing to me. We have a limited-time deal, and then she’ll be gone. Still, it bothers me.
The door to her room opens, and when Nina comes out, the room starts pulsating with energy. She’s wearing tight black jeans and a yellow silky blouse, paired with heels in the same color. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail that falls down her back. Nina normally doesn’t wear makeup, and I like that. She doesn’t need any. But tonight, she must have decided that this is a spe
