Page 53 of Cookie: Part One
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers, taking my lips in a kiss that makes my heart hammer.
Not me lying to that girl…
I don’t want anything from him but dick… lie.
I will think of this as a blast from the past… lie.
This is all fun and games… lie.
I haven’t caught feelings… lie.
My heart hurts…I’m just as dumb as she is…
All the way caught up.
Fuck.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VERONICA
Istomp out of ze house, damn near cracking ze heel off my fucking Valentino.
Vho thefuckdoes zhat trash American bitch think she is?!
The second I hit ze driveway, ze door to ze black Aurus Senat svings open and I slide in, seezhing.
“Did zhey find anyzhing?”
“Da, Miss,” Dani nods. “First file is on ze seat beside you.”
I snatch it up and read the contents.
Constance Hazer. Age tventy-six. Freelance Corporate Liaison. Zhree siblings. One niece. One nephew. Two parents still living. Zhirty-six zhousand dollars in student debt. Has known Pyper since middle school…
I flip one page, zhen another, and I feel my patience evaporate.
“VHAT ZHE FUCK IS ZHIS?!” I hiss, tossing ze papers, annoyed. “Useless information! Give me somezhing useful to use against that bitch vhere I don’t have to get my hands dirty. I know if somezhing happen to her family, I vill be the first person zhey suspect! And ze last zing I vant is Misha or Pyper breazhing down my neck!” I grit, fisting my hand in humiliation as he looks in ze rearview mirror at me.
“Ze second file may be of interest to you.”
“Interest…”Zhat is a vord I like.
He slides it over and I tear it open. Names, addresses, relationships, little notes. I skim, curling my lip at such boring female, vondering how zhey… how Misha, could preferherover me…no, zhey really don’t’. Zhey… he’s just confused. Misha, Dimitri, and Nadya, zhey all love me and once ve’re married, I’ll be right vhere I belong. Vit zhem!
A sickening fire twists in my gut and all I can see is zhat bitch smile at my husband, laughing vit my Dimitri... and her hand resting on my sveet Nadya’sarm! I’ll cut her to fucking pieces!
Zhey aremine, ALWAYS mine.
So vhy ze fuck are zhey looking atherlike she’s ze center of everyzhing vhen zhey kicked me out for vanting more attention?!
It should be me sitting on Misha’s lap!
Every breathzheytake, every bit of varmth and focus zhey give zhatHUMAN, zhat intrusion, it’s beingripped directly from me.
Zhey are mine. Zhey are mine. Zhey are mine. ZHEY ARE MINE! All zhree of zhem.
She can’t appreciate ze dizzying, all-consuming pressure oftrulybelongingto zhem… of seeing and experiencing ze vorld of pleasure only zhrough ze lens of zheir desires. She taking zhem for granted, and zhey love her for it, vhile zhey condemn me! And ze very zhought makes me vant to scream until my zhroat bleeds.
