I want to scream when we’re interrupted again.
“All right. Break’s over! Let’s get this shoot wrapped up.”
Chapter 24
Mikhail
“What kind of shoot were you doing again?” Zoya pulls the phone in close as if it will make my face do the same. “I thought Playboy spreads were a solo adventure?” She snickers at my eye roll before laughing.
My words cut her chuckles short. “Stage lights are hot as fuck. What’s your excuse for your inflamed cheeks?”
I gag when she purrs like a little kitty snuggling up to her owner.
The churns of my stomach chop up my reply. “I had wondered why Andrik hadn’t shown up to kick my ass yet. Thanks for taking one for the team, Sis.”
Bile burns my throat when she murmurs, “You’re more than welcome. Andrik is?—”
“Can we skip the deets? I just ate, and I’m not a fan of vomit.” I shudder while recalling the one time I mistook vomit for porridge. My childhood went downhill from there.
After a silent apology for the greening of my gills, Zoya asks, “Seriously, how are things?”
I ponder a reply while straying my eyes to my office door. Today was different from what I was expecting. Don’t take thatin a bad way. We had a handful of hiccups, but for the most part, it was a good day.
My smile radiates when I say, “We took a ride out to the waterfall.”
Zoya sits up, her adorable face filling the screen of my phone. “Thewaterfall or…”
“Thewaterfall.” I adjust my position while recalling how our climb to the top progressed. “Emerson nearly slipped. Honestly, it scared me half to death.”
Last night, I had decided to forgive and forget, but her near miss solidified my decision.
I’d never been more scared.
I laugh like Zoya didn’t hit the nail on the head when she says, “And that’s when you realized you still love her, so you hooked your leg over your white horse, galloped in to save her, and told her you’d never let her go ever again.” Shepfftsme when I arch a brow and stare at her like I have no clue who she is. “Shut up. Hormones are weird. One minute, I’m horny as fuck. The next minute, I want to cry. I’d hate it if Andrik’s response to my mood swings wasn’t the same. Hot, raunchy?—”
“We kissed.”
That gains her utmost devotion and saves me from being sick. I hate vomit—from both me and others. “Tongue or no tongue?”
“Tongue,” I answer, struggling not to smirk like a smug prick.
“Grinding?”
I nod. Eagerly.
Zoya’s expression goes deadpan. “Did she moan?”
Again, I nod.
I also readjust my position again.
Even without the “big brother” title, Andrik’s control over my life is apparent when Zoya questions, “Then why did Kolya inform Andrik that the consummation of the marriage has yetto occur?” I’m not rewarded with a chance to answer. “Because you’re worried she’ll leave the instant the deed is done?”
Ipfftlike her hammer missed the nail this time around.
She knows it is a lie. “You do know there are plenty of other things you can do to take care of that bulge in your pants that don’t involve sex, right?”
She isn’t the only one skilled in acting daft. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
