KIRILL GRABS MY ARM FROM BEHIND.
I am shoved onto the wall before I can even protest, and he releases me immediately, as if my skin has burnt him. His dark blue eyes shoot a cutting glare my way, enough to make me shiver.
Except I don’t. Because I’ve learnt never to fear men like Kirill.
“Why the f**k would you be eavesdropping on their conversation?” He asks quietly, jaw set into a hard line. “It’s not allowed.”
“Why?” I ask. “Because you don’t want me finding — ”
I pause before I finish, eyeing him cautiously.
Do I let him know what I heard? How would it help? Does he know why his boss married me?
I almost laugh at the ridiculous thought, shaking my head internally.
Of course he does. Kirill is Dmitry’s lieutenant. He’d definitely know stuffs like these.
I open my mouth to say s
