Page 8 of Bratva Prince
I held his intense gaze, and for a moment, it felt like only the two of us existed. Two strangers, battling against one another in assumptions and lies.
“I think I’ve had my fill of socialization for one day.” I glanced at Viktor, who was letting out a long sigh as he stood from the sand, brushing off his shorts.
He gave a forced smile to the group, bidding them farewell with civil pleasantries. “It was nice meeting you Mihailo, Ivan, and… you ladies,” he said, never having gotten the women’s names.
As if they didn’t matter.
Even though they were behaving kind of trampy, they still deserved the same respect and introductions the men were given.Unless,the guys didn’t know their names either. Which was worse, I didn’t know. But I was ready to get the hell out of there and away from these bozos.
I waved and turned on my heels, as Ivan called out, “Pleasure meeting you, Willow. We must do it again sometime.” My steps halted and I shuddered at the thought. I only shook my head and continued walking away, Viktor catching up to me.
When we were out of earshot, he began his whining. “What the hell was that, Will? Handsome stranger flirts with you and you make rude comments about his character? That wasn’t like you.”
“Exactly!” I shouted, turning to face him. “I’m tired of men running over me, treating me like dirt. I won’t give him the satisfaction of adding my name to his list of bedded women.”
“Willow,” Viktor said, using a softer, soothing voice to calm me down. He was trying to show me that he was on my side, but it wouldn’t work. I was too pissed. Too steamed to cool down. “Just because he flirts with you, it doesn’t mean you’re automatically supposed to sleep with him. But even if you did, would that really be a bad thing? A fun fling with a sexy guy? I mean, you are in Greece, on a beautiful vacation. Why not enjoy it?”
“I don’twantto sleep with him. I don’t want to sleep with anyone. I just want to be left alone, is that too much to ask?”
I didn’t mean to lash out. I knew Viktor was only trying to help his friend, but my idea of help would be for him to stop playing wingman. “Stop trying to hook me up, Vik. I don’t want it. All I want is to forget about Rolan, and Daria, and my father, and everything else that’s waiting for me in Russia.”
“Alright, alright,” he cooed, shushing me. “I’ll stop trying to set you up. But don’t think you’re going to stop me from having fun. You don’t have to hook up with anyone, butIwant to.”
I nodded, truly appreciative of his understanding. “Then letmebeyourwingman,” I suggested.
“Oh, no, honey. I don’t need a wingman. This,” he motioned down his body, “speaks for itself.”
I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him in for a side hug. “That is very true.”
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, resting his cheek against the top of my head. From a distance, we could pass for a couple, and that thought was satisfying for me because maybe that meant Ivan, or any other man, wouldn’t hit on me again.
“Where do you want to go tonight?” I asked, letting him choose our evening fun since I messed up our afternoon outing.
“Definitely somewhere with drinks and dancing.”
4
Ivan
Icouldn’t believe it.
I just couldn’t fucking believe it.
Willow had actually spoken to me the way she had. She’d accused me of some heinous things—most of which were true. But when she made that comment about illegitimate children, I nearly lost it. Who the fuck was she to make such comments?
No one spoke to me like that.
Though, I must admit, it turned me on to see her hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed. Her face was red—first with humiliation, then with anger—and it was an adorably sexy blend of feisty, yet classy.
Not something I was used to seeing.
Women usually fell at my feet, begging me to give them a night of pleasure they’d never forget. But with Willow, it was like I was nonexistent—except for when she was spilling her drink on me or yelling at me. You’d think I’d have been angry, but I was only filled with intrigue.
Who was that woman with balls bigger than half the men I’d killed?
After that, Black-Bikini and One-Piece were history. I had my eye on a new target, and it was the gorgeous blonde woman with legs for miles and a purse in her lips that I wanted to taste.
But first I had to pick my jaw up out of the sand because she’d left me nearly speechless.Nearly.But I never wavered, not to anyone.
