Nikolai Vetrov
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Rafael and I stayed rooted in place as we watched the door close behind her. We stayed still as we heard her start the engine of her car.
Only when she drove away did we finally move.
Rafael let out a deep breath and paced around the kitchen. When he got tired of pacing, he grabbed the nearest glass and smashed it on the wall.
I didn’t flinch.
But I was intrigued.
Rafael was an easy-going person. He barely ever got angry. The only times he did, it always had to do with his father, not a woman.
“Are we really going to let her go like that?” He asked through gritted teeth. “This is your fault, you know?”
My head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”
“You’re ours for the weekend,” he imitated, faking a deeper voice.
My jaw clenched at his words. “Did I lie?”
“You di
