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Chloe
Leaving Slava with Lyudmila in the kitchen, I head over to Nikolai’s office, my ribcage tight as I go up the stairs.
It’s stupid to be jealous. Irrational. But I can’t help the green monster clawing at my chest. What if I have completely misinterpreted Nikolai’s avoidance of me over the past two weeks? Maybe instead of fighting his desire for me, he’s simply stopped wanting me. After all, taking care of my injuries could’ve made him view my body in a different light.
I’ve never been particularly insecure about said body, but I’ve also never been in a relationship with a man as wickedly gorgeous as Nikolai.
Wait, no, we’re not in a relationship. That might’ve been happening before, when I thought he was a normal, law-abiding—albeit obscenely rich—man. I don’t know what to call
