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23 || Jealousy, Jealousy

I'd need to be careful around her.

"...The last time I did a royal wedding, It was for the British Royal Family, but even then I had months to plan-"

"Royal wedding?" I snort, cutting her off.

There was nothing royal about an arranged marriage between a mob boss and an exceptionally beautiful Egyptian. And I bet if she knew, she'd have a pretty little meltdown.

One I was desperate to see.

I lean against the island and tilt my head at her. "Do you know who Adrik Kozlov really is?"

Pausing, the middle aged woman blinks at me blankly. "He's Russian royalty, everyone around here knows it."

"Russian royalty?" I bark out a laugh that startles her enough to make her cringe.

A mob boss, the head of the Russian bratva?

Royalty my ass.

"Sweet, sweet, Pissy." Straightening out, I slowly make my way towards her in a way that seems to make her slightly alarmed. Good. "The only Royal thing about Adrik Kozlov is his ability to fool simple minded individuals like yourself that he's anything but a cold blooded-"

"Mr. Kozlov!" Her eyes move over my shoulder and her face lights up. "What a pleasant surprise it is to see you on this fine afternoon."

And that high that slowly builds at eliciting fear slowly creeps down into disappointment as his gaze burns the back of my head.

He doesn't say anything, nor does he make his presence outwardly known.

He doesn't have to.

Turning, I face the royal pain in my ass while Missy scurries about, nervously behind me.

He looks much like he always does.

Clean, put together, perfect.

His dark hair tamed, his eyes perceptively sharp, and even when his features are relaxed into a blank look, his face is chiselled.

Adorned in his signature suit, without a wrinkle or spec out of place, he stands in the large space that is the living room, his presence swallowing all the attention from around him.

I had yet to see this man in anything but a suit, and for a moment, my dirty mind wanders to what he'd look like without it.

Worship worthy I'd imagine. But his physically attractive glory would all go to shit the moment he'd open his mouth.

I hadn't seen much of him last night, nor had I particularly sought him out after he'd left me with Sitto. I'd slept in the guest room with her, leaving him alone to his room in an act of silent gratitude.

He doesn't look all the grateful, though. Not as he stares me down, a stare that to everyone around us looks indecipherable. But I know that he's displeased with me.

"We were just about to do some cake tasting," I hear her open the fridge behind me, "But don't worry, I won't bother you with any of that."