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It isn’t like the matter has never crossed my mind. Every time I look at her, I note her youthful smile and open personality. But I don’t understand why my son thinks I shouldn’t have a girl who’s young and nice. It’s like he wants me to go get an unpleasant hag.
Even having brushed my teeth and taken a hot shower, I can still taste her, still feel her tight and hot around my cock. She smells of my shampoo and body wash, and if it weren’t for Lyosha, we would still be in bed together.
She’s bait. I shouldn’t have any feelings for her. But now, I’m thinking about what’s going to happen after the situation with Roy is resolved. Letting her go no longer seems like an appealing option. But keeping her in the dark about her role in my plans and keeping her by my side?
Oh, yes.
Chapter Thirty
Angelika
By the time I calm myself and walk back out, Tolyan has breakfast ready. He serves eggs and bacon to everyone.
Lyosha’s no longer looking annoyed with me. Instead, his manner is polite. So Tolyan must’ve had a word with his son. Still, Lyosha doesn’t strike me as the type to do something just because his dad told him to.
“Sorry I barged in on you guys like that,” Lyosha says, while surreptitiously handing a strip of bacon to one of the Dobermans. He’s been doing it throughout the meal. No wonder the canines have been whining and wagging their extra-short tails around him.
“It’s okay,” I say graciously.
“I could’ve shot you.” Tolyan’s tone’s anything but gracious as he points his knife at his son.
“It’s just that I need a new car,” Lyosha says. “The Jeep’s kinda, you know. Totaled.”
“Is everyone okay?” I ask. It sounds like it was a serious accident.
“I was, uh, basically the only one involved.”
Tolyan grunts. “He drove the Jeep into a ditch.”
“It was dark!”
“Which is why cars come with headlights.”
“It was really dark.” He clears his throat. “So I was thinking…maybe your backup Audi would be nice.”
“The convertible?”
The kid nods eagerly.
Tolyan scoffs. “When that faucet runs vodka.” He gestures at the kitchen sink.
“Oh, come on!”
“You’re getting the Sienna.”
He has a minivan? The image doesn’t fit. Tolyan’s like James Bond, except darker and edgier.
“What?”
Tolyan shrugs. “There is another option.”
“The SUV?” the kid says hopefully.
“Your feet. You can walk. With your feet.”
“Come on, Daaaaaad,” Lyosha says.
“I taught you better. Unless you can buy yourself an Audi convertible, the answer is no.”
