Arrogant Mistake (Vlasov Bratva Book 2) by Nicole Fox

Author:Nicole Fox [Fox, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

15

KINSLEY

I perch on the sofa with my elbows resting on my knees. The bottle of sunscreen sits on the coffee table just in front of me. Neither of us are blinking.

I’ve been in a faceoff with this stupid inanimate object for the past twenty minutes. The most pathetic part about this pointless little staring contest?

I think I’m losing.

“Goddammit!” I exclaim at last to the empty cabin as I slump back against the sofa and concede defeat. “Why? Of all moments to walk in, why then?”

I grab the bottle of sunscreen and fling it across the room. It hits the sturdy balcony window and falls to the ground with an unceremonious plop. It doesn’t even have the courtesy to explode and make a satisfying mess.

“Yeah?” I bite out after it. “Well, screw you, too.”

Did he know? Did he know that I was thinking of him? Did he know that it wasn’t even his body I was thinking about as I drove myself to orgasm? No, I was thinking about his godforsaken smile. The way his eyes seem to disappear when he laughs, rare as that is. How the blue melts into gray when he talks to our daughter.

I get off the sofa and start pacing. Not only was I unsuccessful in my bid to blow off steam, I’m now even more wound up. There’s tension lancing up and down my spine, hungry for a way out and finding none.

I grab my sweater and keycard and leave the cabin. If I’m not going to be able to get off in peace, at least I can walk off the frustration.

I don’t think about where I’m going; I just go wherever my legs take me. I walk for so long that my feet start to hurt. The trail I’m following winds toward a lookout point on one of the many cliff’s edges surrounding the cabin. I stop and peer out at the thin ribbon of river below.

Something about the red-gold mountains in front of me reminds me of a long-ago trip to the Grand Canyon. The first and last trip I’d ever taken with my parents.

Dad had been sent out there for work, and he’d insisted that Mom and I come along. I was eight, maybe nine, and the idea of flying in a plane was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. At that point, Arizona may as well have been Paris.

Mom slept through the entire flight, courtesy of the two sleeping pills and half a bottle of Pinot Grigio she’d consumed beforehand. Dad spent most of the flight drinking mini-bottles of whiskey and having loud, boorish conversations with strangers.

And me? I’d sat tucked between them, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Too young to know any better.

We landed and went our separate ways. Dad in one car, Mom and me in another. He’d promised to take us to the Grand Canyon once he was done with his meeting. But then he’d sent Mom a text message telling us to go ahead without him.

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