Page 29 of Cookie: Part One
“I just vanted to ask vhen vould you have time to come close enough to my fiancé to gain a nickname?” she smiles, but I can see she’s nowhere near happy and understandably, but that’s aherproblem.
“Why don’t you go ask your fiancée?”
“I could, but I’m asking you.”
“Well, don’t, because I have no dog in whatever fight you’re trying to bet on. So, kindly leave me out of it,” I tell her and she cocks her head to the side, curls fluttering over her shoulder.
“Vell, it did not look like zhat to me vhen you vere eyeing him like stray dog begging to be picked off street earlier,” she retorts, and Pyper moves, but I hold her back.
“Oh, that’s a cute insult and all, bu?—”
“Vhat’s going on here?” We look up to see my trio come up with Mikhail in the middle, and she runs over to him.
“Darling, I vas just greeting zhis guest. She says ze most outlandish zhings.” She hangs on his arm, and I can’t help how my eyes lock right on where they’re connected. The sight makes my stomach lurch, but I only sip my drink, pretending to be unbothered.Conceal don’t feel… be like Elsa.
“And?” he asks and I look away, bored, wanting no part in this because I’m not finna fight over a man only met the day before yesterday, no matter how good the dick is. It ain’t that deep.
“She said you gave her a nickname!” she snorts and he cocks his head to the side.
“I did,” he states, cold and unbothered, making her sputter and baby, even though it shouldn’t, his bold unfuckwitable attitude makes my coochie throb.Damn girl! Down! No more!
“B-but wh?—”
“Look, if you want to stand here and have a lovers’ quarrel, feel free,” I pause and take Pyper’s hand, looking the trio in theireyes. “I’m going to hang out with my best friend. Now, if you’ll excuse me,Misha,” I huff out and hear a collective gasp of people listening and step away with Pyper.
I don’t want to be there…I grit my teeth, walking as calmly as I can, but my heart is wreaking havoc in my body.Why am I so upset? Why do I feel pissed? Why do I want to kick something? Wh?—
“CONNIE!” I stop mid-step, turning to Pyper.
“O-oh.. huh?”
“Nozhing, I just zhink vee are far enough,” she states, and I glance around to see we’re outside along the pavement with no one else around.
“Oh, m-my bad.” I let her go, and she comes closer to me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, and I frown at her question.
“Yeah, I’m good, why?”
“Because of Mikhail.”
“What about him?” I sneer, curling my lip.
“Nozhing, it just seems like… l-like you vanted to talk.” I snort at her words.
“There is nothing I can say about a man I barely even know, Pyper. I was just thrown off, that’s all,” I tell her and she looks at me skeptically. “What?”
“Nozhing… I’m just shocked is all.”
“What are you so shocked about?”
“Zhat you called himMisha and he didn’t lash out.” She blinks, in shock, and I frown.
“What’s so shocking about that? I mean… that’s his nickname, right?”
“Vell… da, it is but,” she speaks slowly. “Mishais vhat ourbabushkaused to call him. He doesn’t let just anyone call him zhat. So far, I’ve only heard Pakhan, Dimitri, and Nadya call him zhat publicly and live.”
“W-what?” I stammer and she nods.
