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“Maybe later.”
My shoulders slumped.
“Eduard…” I uttered, rising on my toes to bring my lips to his.
Just when I thought he wouldn’t move away, he side-stepped. He was out of the bedroom before I turned around.
The impact was too intense for me to process.
I dropped the pryanik on the stool and went to bed.
The look on Eduard’s face was on my mind when I woke up the next morning.
He looked like someone who had been wronged. He had totally changed toward me, but it wasn’t just distance; I was sure of it.
I sat up against the headboard, my mind spinning with possible reasons for Eduard to be angry toward me. I thought of what I might have done to annoy or upset him and came up with nothing. I couldn’t remember him asking me to do something, anything.
Maybe it’s not me.
Then I remembered how vulnerable he seemed when he asked me for patience, when he told me he wasn’t a simple man.
My resolution when I left the bed was to give him the grace he asked for.
***
If I were called desperate, I wouldn’t deny it.
As I waited for him to get back, I was clad in the scarlet silk robe Eduard had gotten for me the week before. Beneath it was nothing but my black lace lingerie.
When he stepped inside the bedroom, I stayed by the entrance of the closet. The element of surprise was one of the tips I found in the book I had recently read on seduction.
I strutted toward him when he got to the foot of the bed.
I licked my lips as his eyes landed on me. Too determined to let the cold look in his eyes deter me, I leaned closer, my hand sweeping over his chest.
“Hello, husband,” I slurred, my eyes not leaving his.
Eduard took a step back and removed my hand.
I was confused and hurt, but anger was preeminent.
I pushed his chest with all the force I could gather without thinking.
“You all are the same. You, Lucien, all of you. You’re all two-faced, cold bastards,” I bit out, my voice low but venomous.
I pushed his chest again, and instead of him falling to the bed like I hoped, the force only made his upper body falter a bit.
“I hate you!” I yelled, angrily blinking away the tears in my eyes as I walked away from him.
His large arms came around my wrist before I took a second step. He shoved me against his chest, almost stopping my breathing. My heart beat rapidly, my desire now stained with fear.
“The full picture is bigger than you think; betrayal can be the simplest thing,” he chided through clenched teeth.
What the hell does that mean?
I yanked myself free with a grunt and left him standing there, the flash of pain beneath his fury haunting me.
I violently wiped the angry tears that left my eyes with the back of my palm.
