“Hiding things from each other now, are we?” Nikolay said lightly when they got to Zavier study, lounging on one of the ornate chairs.
“I wasn’t hiding Shaira.” He said stiffly. “I want you to stay away from her.”
Nikolay looked up at this, he hadn’t seen Zavier this serious about someone before.
Shaira might be beautiful but he wasn’t an asshole, he wasn’t about to ruin his best friend’s relationship.
“I will, just who do you think I am?” He couldn’t help but ask, offended that Zavier had been truly worried.
Zavier pinned him with a hard look. “That’s the problem, you go through women faster than vodka bottles.”
“Don’t worry about your pretty, little girlfriend.” Nikolay waved away. “I came here for something far more important than trying to steal her attention…”
Shaira looked up
