The Life by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris [Bethany-Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Crime, Suspense
ISBN: 9780993779701
Google: FB10BgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00MDWT0BI
Publisher: Toshiba
Published: 2014-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

There was a man in Anton’s bedroom.

Viviana was downstairs reorganizing all the cupboards in the kitchen, of course, but still.

There was a man in his bedroom.

Anton was twitchy. Or his trigger finger was.

“Boy, you better quit glaring at those stairs like you expect them to fall in on themselves.” Clarissa kept her eyes on her dusting while scolding. “I thought your week away would have rid some of that tension of yours.”

Anton appreciated how Viviana had managed to bring their maid out of her introverted shell. Before, Clarissa addressed him as sir, no matter how many times he asked her not to. She had always been properly respectful and kept her distance. Now, she was more like family, and she didn’t let Anton get away with a single fucking thing.

“There’s a man in my bedroom.”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve muttered that in the last twenty minutes. He’s been up there for an hour. Is it really bothering you that badly?”

Yes, Anton thought petulantly. There was nothing he hated more than the thought of another male even coming near the marital bed he shared with his wife. Anton didn’t know where that little issue of his stemmed from, but it had his blood fucking boiling. Irrational? Maybe. That didn’t make the problem any less real.

“Well, how about I call your mother and let her verbally smack you back into this century. Or better yet …” Clarissa said lightly, cocking a brow at her boss, “I could go in the kitchen and tell your pregnant wife that while she’s been fretting and nesting for the last week, you’re sitting here being jealous over the man who is painting your bedroom mural instead of helping her.”

Goddamn it.

“You wouldn’t call Sasha,” Anton replied, not wanting to call Clarissa on whether or not she’d tell Viviana. She probably would.

“Try me. Go help your wife and leave the poor painter alone, Anton.”

Sighing heavily, he crossed his arms and glared at the stairs for a while longer.

Perhaps Anton wouldn’t have been so agitated about the man if his week hadn’t been so damned stressful. While the week long getaway to Vermont had been beneficial for him and Viviana in more ways than one, it had also left things on hold back in New York. Too many things. Nobody would or could do a whole hell of a lot on the business side of things if the boss wasn’t around to give the okay.

Well, the boss hadn’t been answering calls unless they weren’t for business, so shit didn’t get done. Now, Anton was backed up to the nuts. It was making him freaking crazy for Christ’s sake. He really needed to give Erik and Ivan a little more leeway with their positions and stop taking so much of the responsibility himself—that was all there was to it.

It certainly didn’t help that Anton was still worrying about the possibility of one of his guys making plans to kill him. He had been pushing that to the side of his mind, though, attempting to see it from a different perspective.

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