Page 25 of Cookie: Part One
“Whaaaat? Me? Never!” I reel back, baffled, and she snorts.
“Vhat about Pakhan?!”
“You mean Grandpa Viktor? He’s just a sweet old man. What’s so dangerous about him?” she snorts and throws up her hands.
“Your ex?!” she points out and I wave her away.
“Ugh which o— You know what? No,” I hold my hand up, shaking my head. “Let’s not even bring him up.” I kick off my shoes.
“You know ze ex vho Alik and I helped run off because he said he can’t accept zhat you’re not his property anymore, an?—”
“Pyper….” I cut my eyes to her in a warning and she sighs.
“I’m just vorried about you. Every time I look up, you’re in some kind of trouble… I von’t always be zhere to protect you.”
“Then I’ll protect my damn self. What is this about, Pyper? I’m not understanding… no,” I pause and walk over to her. “This is about Alik, huh?” She bites her lip, pouting.
“A leetle bit. My brother loves you so much.” I smile sadly at her words.
“And I love him too, Pyper. You know that.”
“I know… but just… not likezhat, right?” she groans and I nod unfortunately.
“Exactly. Just not like that.”
“I get it but… I feel bad for Alik, and I hate zhat it’s Mikhail you like,” she admits, and I chuckle at that.
“Well to be fair, it’s not like IlikeMikhail… I just like that thing in his jeans.”
“First ew, and second I still stand on ze fact zhat you’re a danger magnet and it’s exhausting.”
“But you love me.”
“You curse me,” she spits and I giggle, limping over to the bed dropping my coat, only for her to gasp at all the bruises and marks on my naked body as I crawl butt-ass naked in the bed. “Vhat did he do to you?!” she hisses and I bite my lip, shimmying down in the cool blankets, yawning.
“Everything,” I grin, and she cringes.
“You’re going to get hurt messing vit him,” she warns, but I wave her away.
“I’m done with him anyway,” I tell her but the moment I say the words, my heart sputters. “I-it was only a once… maybe twice thing. I saw someone attractive and ran with it. You know I’m not the relationship type. It’s too oppressive and restraining,” I tell her, feeling a pang in my heart. “It was all fun. You know me. Just look at this as my get back, little Miss ‘I’ll never mess with my best friend’s brother but I’m now in a full-blown committed relationship with him!’” I remind her and she blushes looking away and she crosses her arms.
“V-vell… my Anton is different. He’s sveet boy who’s kind an?—”
“That nigga sells drugs and runs a hoe house. Be fucking for real!”
“But he’s leader! Strong, commanding, and… so are ze men under him!” she pauses as her face goes red. “Zhey are good people!” she speaks adamantly and I sigh, rolling my eyes because I know they are good people, but what the fuck is a billionaire Russian heiress going to do with a nigga from the hood whose life is shrouded in crime?
“I hear ya, I hear ya. Again, just look at this as my get back.” I grin at her and she twists her lips, sighing.
“You already had it vit Alik!”
“Nope. I was dating Alik before, so Mikhail is my true get back.”
“Ugh, but you promise zhis is over?… I do not vant youorAlik getting hurt.” She frowns, looking genuinely worried, and I smile at her.
“I promise Pyper, I’m done with him, so you don’t need to worry. Besides, you brought me here to relax, right? So let me pretend my life is normal for just for a little while.”
“Fine,” she heaves a heavy breath. “I vill order you massages and cream for bruise. Relax zhen come down to meet guests and party later. I’m sure it vill make Pakhan happy and house less stuffy.”
