Vitya:
Jesus, don’t move. I’m coming.
Me:
Promises. Promises. I’d like to come too. Wanna work something out?
I don’t get a response, so I drink another glass and then another. When the room starts to spin, I realize my mistake. Even after all the food I ate, the alcohol hits me hard, and I’m right in the middle of seriously regretting my life choice when my bedroom door opens and Vitya storms in. He does not look pleased. Grabbing the bottle out of my hand, he sets it aside and squats down next to me. Cupping my face, he tilts my head back so he can see me better.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
“Didn’t wanna think,” I mumble. “Duh.”
I try to smack his hand away, but it doesn’t do any good. I’m too weak and uncoordinated, and he’s too damn strong.
“Wish you weren’t so damn attractive,” I growl, and his mouth quirks up in the tiniest grin before he kills it and hauls me to my feet. “Uh-oh,” I groan, feeling the room start to shift before my stomach lurches and I clamp a hand over my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping an arm around me and hauling my ass into the connecting bathroom. He has just enough time to lift the toilet lid and lower me to my knees before everything I just ate comes back with a vengeance. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life, and my one true regret is that I didn’t drink more so I could’ve just passed out and spared myself this mortification. Vitya holds my hair and pats my back while I cry and puke.
“This was really stupid,” he tells me, but there’s no anger in his voice.
I groan and keep my head in the toilet when I say, “Oh, I don’t know. It still seems like a pretty good idea to me.”
He laughs at my sarcasm while I finish puking, and when I have absolutely nothing left to give, he hands me a wet cloth so I can clean myself up. “I’m fine,” I try to tell him, but he doesn’t leave. He helps me stand and get to the sink so I can brush my teeth, waiting to make sure I’m okay.
“You can leave,” I say again, hoping he’ll just walk out and we’ll never speak of this again.
“I don’t work for you, Sveta,” he informs me. “You can’t just dismiss me.”
I wave my toothbrush around my bathroom. “I’m not in any danger.”
“No, but you’re not in any condition to be left alone just yet.” He leans against the doorway and crosses his arms over his chest. “Where are your parents?”
“Don’t worry, they won’t be back for a few hours.”
He sighs and goes into my room, returning with the bottle of vodka that I never want to see again. “Should I go put this back so they don’t find it in here?”
“I can do it later,” I try to tell him, but he’s already walking out again. When he comes back, he has a bottle of aspirin, two bottles of water, and a sleeve of crackers. I shake my head at the food. “No way.”
“First time I’ve ever seen you refuse food,” he says with a smirk.
“This isn’t funny, Vitya. This is humiliating.” I turn around and rest my ass against the counter. “I can’t remember exactly what I texted you, but can I see your phone so I can delete them?”
His smirk grows. “Nope.”
“Then can you delete them?”
“I could, yes, but I’m not going to.”
With my eyes on his, I refuse to look away. God, what I wouldn’t give to be able to close the distance between us and wrap my body around his. The headache that’s beginning to pound behind my eyes and the nauseous feeling that has yet to fully leave is enough to remind me of the reality of the situation. He’s my bodyguard, and I’ve just made a complete and total ass of myself.
I look away and very ungracefully make my way to my bed. Crawling into it, I pull the blankets over my head and tell him to go away. He doesn’t. I feel the mattress dip when he sits down next to me before gently pulling back the covers.
“First you need to take some aspirin and drink one of these bottles.”
“I can’t,” I tell him.
He lifts a brow at me. “You will. Now sit your ass up or I’ll haul you up myself.”
