Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Her parents would not take no for an answer. She had no choice but to put on one of her nicest dresses, and because she was being so awkward, her mother was more than happy to escort her upstairs to choose something she deemed appropriate. This ended up with her wearing a deep-red dress that plunged at her chest and ended above her knee. She hated this dress, but didn’t have the heart to tell her mother. It hit her curves and showed off everything. She didn’t have a problem with her body. She’d been living in it for twenty-one years, and had grown quite comfortable with who she was. After years of dieting and exercise, she had come to the conclusion that this was how she was meant to look, and so just embraced it. Since then, she had found more happiness within herself.
The four-inch heels were painful, making her calves pop, according to her mother. She had no idea how women walked in these torture devices for hours at a time. She was ready to call it a day.
There was no time for makeup, but her mother bunched her hair up together, and pinned it at the back. Some curls were soft across her face, and others tightened within the bun. If it hadn’t been for the fact she was spending time with Mikhail, she would have admitted she looked rather pretty, but because this was all for him, she hated it.
It also didn’t help that Peter was chaperoning them as well. She had no idea why he would even bother coming. They were at a bar which was way too loud, and besides, her brother was already surrounded by three girls.
She sat in one of the booths, arms folded across her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible, but it seemed no matter what she did, there was no escaping the bar, the noise, the gyrating people.
Mikhail had already disappeared to take care of whatever he needed to deal with, and she sat alone, bored. The water she drank tasted funny, and she had a horrible feeling it wasn’t water at all. She took another sip, wrinkled her nose, and slid far away from her brother as one of the women crawled all over him, clearly trying to win whatever competition she was in to take Peter home.
Galina didn’t know if she should warn them all that the only woman he was taking home was her, back to their parents’ house, but she wasn’t going to ruin his make-out session. Her brother had been through hell, and her parents had also sent a guard to keep an eye on Peter as well. They didn’t want to run the risk he’d fail them again.
She had faith in Peter. He’d promised her he wouldn’t touch another drop of alcohol and she believed him. He’d not touched a single one of the drinks that had been delivered.
The women, though, were all over him, and she wouldn’t interfere with that. She kept looking around the nightclub discreetly, hoping to find some kind of exit so she could leave. Each time she tried to leave, the guy assisting Mikhail stepped in her way and forced her to stick around.
This was boring and proved to her once again that she and Mikhail were not a good fit. If he found this exciting and fun, then they were opposites. She would have much preferred to stay in, watch a good movie, and it didn’t even need to be a romance movie, she’d have settled on a decent action or even a horror flick.
The woman beside her moaned, gyrating her pelvis against Peter. Galina made sure she looked away. There was nothing worse than seeing her brother with his hand down some woman’s pants, and with the moans coming her way, they were getting a little too personal for her taste. Mikhail chose that moment to step back toward the booth.
“Peter,” Mikhail said, completely ignoring her.
Her brother pulled away from the redhead. It was a blonde a few moments ago.
“What’s up?” Peter asked.
“We’ve got a deal?”
“Yes, deal is done. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Galina looked between her brother and Mikhail, not exactly sure what was going on. Her hand was suddenly grabbed and without any invite or instruction, she was pulled out of her seat.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked.
Mikhail didn’t answer, and she tried to pull out of his hold, but he was way too strong, which only made her even more infuriated.
“Let me go.”
They left the nightclub and Mikhail didn’t let her go until they were in the back of a car. There was a piece of dark glass separating them from the driver, but she felt the car moving.
“What is going on?” she asked, watching as they drove by the nightclub.