Nikolai Vetrov
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I’d told Rafael that I wouldn’t attend his dinner. I’d made it clear that his dinner with Serena wasn’t my business. He hadn’t believed me. He was well within his rights not to.
The man had always known me more than I knew myself.
I took a pause before pushing the door open.
Rafael looked up at me first, his lips curving in a knowing smirk.
Then Serena, who already seemed like she’d been busy doing what she wasn’t supposed to do, turned around. Eyes wide. Cheeks flushed. Ears red. Very subtle but I’d spend a lot of hours around her to know when her ears reddened from blushing.
My eyes narrowed slightly. What had Rafael been doing already?
“Thought you weren’t coming?”
“I changed my mind,” I shrugged and took off my suit jacket, placing it on the back of the chai
