Page 40 of Cookie: Part One
“Yup, two of them, a brother and a sister…they are my parents’ biological children. I’m the baby. I was adopted, but they don’t treat me like it at all. In fact, I would even say I’m the favorite.” I smile, thinking about them. “My sister is a single parent and a principal, and my brother… well he’s the trouble maker of the family, but he’s good people,” I omit the fact that he and Pyper are seeing each other since that’s her business to tell. “They’reallgood people. Cool as hell, nerve-wrecking, and needy sometimes, but I love them” I chuckle, heart warming. “Just regular shmegular middle class Black family.”
Misha looks up at me, his gaze sharp and assessing.
“And hov did you meet Pyper?”
“Hm… you’re asking a lot of questions for someone you only fucked twice.” I cut my eyes his way and she chuckles deep.
“Vhat can I say? I’m interested.” I roll my eyes, doubting that, but answer his question anyways.
“I just happened to meet Pyper while out with some coworkers about six years ago. She was a friend of theirs and we just ended up hitting it off. She’s been my friend since. She’s kind of my rock.” But I can’t help but swallow at his earlier comment…he’s interested…I take a deep breath, knowing this is the part I have to nail, the part that keeps the walls up.
“Look, Misha. I like this. I like you. The sex is... honestly the best I’ve ever had. But I need you to understand something. Regardless of how much you’re interested… I’m not looking for anything serious. Not a relationship, not commitment, nothing long-term. I just want to have fun. That’s it.”
His expression doesn’t change, but his hand tightens on the shears.
“Vhy?”he asks, his voice low and dangerous, and I stand, walking back over to stand in front of him.
“Because that’s just how I operate.”
“Has zhis got anyzhing to do vit Alik?” He raises a brow, muscles rippling. The name hangs in the air, suddenly sour. Misha’s lips press into a thin line, and he lets the shears drop into the softdirt with a metallic thud as pulls off his gloves and he levels me with a look. I turn away, but he cups my chin forcing me to look at him. “Answer me.”
I grit my jaw, glaring, wanting to tell him to fuck off. He’s got no business prying into my life, but…
“Alik? What does he have to do with this?”
“A man doesn’t look at voman vit eyes like zhat unless he’s hoping to fuck her, or two… he’s fucked her and is trying to do it again,” he growls, eyes looking as if they are glowing in the dark. “Tell me…”
I can feel the color rising on my neck, and my body pulsing.
“A-Alik and I used to date,” I admit and his brow rises as he goes still.
“And?”
“A-and we-well… I love him,” I admit.
“But?” he presses and I feel my heart skip a beat.
“A-and I don’t know… i-if I’m honest, the sex was good… he’s a sweet guy and I love him, but I don’t know… I can’t put a finger on why, b-but somewhere our connection just sort of s-stopped,” I try to laugh, but it comes out as a shaky exhale.
God, I hate myself right now. That makes four members of the Bershov family I’ve slept with. It's truly cringe.
“I see… it just stopped?”Misha growls with something I can’t read in his eyes. “I don’t like him touching you…”
“That’s a bold claim coming from anengaged man whos’ got to two side pieces.”
Before I can take another breath,he pulls me against him, one powerful arm clamping around my waist. His heat burns through my thin jacket.
“Do I look like I give a fuck about her, Pechenye? And Nadya and Dimitri aren’t side pieces… just you. Zhey are mine,”he whispers, and my breath catches. My heart starts to hammer against my ribs, and Ihate how excited I amto hear that rough possessiveness in his tone.I hate that this is what I crave.
I push back hard against his chest, trying to separate our bodies just enough but he doesn’t budge.
“What is the difference between Alik and Dimitri and Nadya?” I challenge him, my voice shaking with adrenaline.
“More zhan comparing zhem to him… I see it as him to me.”
“Oh, are there similarities?” I cock my head and he snorts.
“Da Pechenye. You look athim… how you look atme.” He smirks, expression unreadable, and that takes me aback.I… I do?“But I’m selfish, Pechenye… I only vant you to touch vho I vant you to touch. And fuck vho I vant you to fuck.”I let the raw desire hang in the humid air, growing dizzy at the exclamation. My pussy quivers at the sheer thought of it, cream pooling in my panties.
