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Authors: Marita A. Hansen
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They laid it down on the table,
along with another carafe of wine, the servants quickly leaving.
Nikita indicated to
the food. “You can both eat now.”
“But I already ate,”
she said.
“Two days ago.”
Her eyebrows shot up.
“I slept for two days?”
“ Da .” His pale
gaze moved to Sasha, who was still lying on the floor. “I think you should
check on him. He hasn’t eaten for a week.”
“What?”
“He gave up food he
badly needed, so go feed him. He looks like he’s passed out, rather than
willingly sleeping.”
Nikita left the room
with the guards, locking the door behind him.
Andriena pushed off
the bed and went to Sasha, who had his face buried in his arms. She gave him a
shake. He moaned, but didn’t awaken. She shook him again, getting another moan.
“Sasha, wake up,” she
said. “We have food.”
He turned his head to
look at her, making her gasp. The man was absolutely stunning. The swelling on
his face had disappeared, revealing hollowed cheeks, while his bruising had faded,
his blond stubble paling it further. And the line of his jaw, the sweep of his
brow, his full lips ... everything was perfect ... minus the darkness under his
eyes. He looked exhausted and a touch pale, the color in his cheeks gone.
“There’s food for
you,” she said.
He closed his eyes.
“Too tired.”
“You need to eat.”
“Can’t.”
“I’ll bring it to you,
then.”
She got up and went
to the table, bringing over the tray with the Beef Stroganoff as well as a
bottle of water. She sat down on the floor in front of him and speared a piece
of beef, holding it out for him to eat. When he didn’t move, she pressed it
against his lips. He opened his mouth and took a bite, running his lips over
the plastic fork, drawing the morsel off it. He chewed on it for a few seconds,
then swallowed it down, drawing her attention to his throat, his Adam’s apple
bobbing up and down.
“More,” he said, snapping
her out of her fixation.
Feeling flustered, she
quickly speared another piece of beef and placed it to his lips, watching as he
wrapped his mouth around the fork again. Heat bloomed below, making her drop
her gaze, guilt hitting her. The man was unwell, yet she was looking at him
with desire? What was wrong with her?
He asked for more
again. Trying not to look at his lips, other than to get the food into his mouth,
she continued feeding him. After a minute, he placed a hand over hers, groaning,
“Enough.”
She looked up, seeing
him grimacing. “Are you all right?”
“Too much food. I
haven’t eaten in days. It’s hurting my stomach.”
“Sorry.” She went to
push up with the tray.
His hand whipped out,
stopping her. “I need water.”
“Okay.” She passed him
the bottle and got up, returning the tray to the table. Her eyes zeroed in on
the plate of spaghetti, which was obviously her dish. Feeling famished, she sat
down at the table and started eating, believing the guard in regards to how
long she’d slept. Plus, she could never hold her liquor, alcohol affecting her more
due to her brain injury.
She finished the
spaghetti fast, then tucked into the chocolate torta , groaning as the
rich flavor hit her taste buds. She wondered whether she was being treated
better because of her sister. She couldn’t imagine Camila giving up on her. She
just hoped that the Black Russian took Jagger’s money instead of enjoying his
body, because her sister’s boyfriend hated being touched by men. The poor man
had been badly abused by one of her uncles, the one she’d stabbed in the leg
for trying to assault her lover.
Once she’d finished
her food and had some wine, making sure to only have one glass, she returned
her attention to Sasha. He was in the process of curling up, looking like he
was going back to sleep.
“You can have the
bed,” she said, wanting to do more for him. She still couldn’t believe he’d
given up his food for her, even more so after finding out he hadn’t eaten in
along with another carafe of wine, the servants quickly leaving.
Nikita indicated to
the food. “You can both eat now.”
“But I already ate,”
she said.
“Two days ago.”
Her eyebrows shot up.
“I slept for two days?”
“ Da .” His pale
gaze moved to Sasha, who was still lying on the floor. “I think you should
check on him. He hasn’t eaten for a week.”
“What?”
“He gave up food he
badly needed, so go feed him. He looks like he’s passed out, rather than
willingly sleeping.”
Nikita left the room
with the guards, locking the door behind him.
Andriena pushed off
the bed and went to Sasha, who had his face buried in his arms. She gave him a
shake. He moaned, but didn’t awaken. She shook him again, getting another moan.
“Sasha, wake up,” she
said. “We have food.”
He turned his head to
look at her, making her gasp. The man was absolutely stunning. The swelling on
his face had disappeared, revealing hollowed cheeks, while his bruising had faded,
his blond stubble paling it further. And the line of his jaw, the sweep of his
brow, his full lips ... everything was perfect ... minus the darkness under his
eyes. He looked exhausted and a touch pale, the color in his cheeks gone.
“There’s food for
you,” she said.
He closed his eyes.
“Too tired.”
“You need to eat.”
“Can’t.”
“I’ll bring it to you,
then.”
She got up and went
to the table, bringing over the tray with the Beef Stroganoff as well as a
bottle of water. She sat down on the floor in front of him and speared a piece
of beef, holding it out for him to eat. When he didn’t move, she pressed it
against his lips. He opened his mouth and took a bite, running his lips over
the plastic fork, drawing the morsel off it. He chewed on it for a few seconds,
then swallowed it down, drawing her attention to his throat, his Adam’s apple
bobbing up and down.
“More,” he said, snapping
her out of her fixation.
Feeling flustered, she
quickly speared another piece of beef and placed it to his lips, watching as he
wrapped his mouth around the fork again. Heat bloomed below, making her drop
her gaze, guilt hitting her. The man was unwell, yet she was looking at him
with desire? What was wrong with her?
He asked for more
again. Trying not to look at his lips, other than to get the food into his mouth,
she continued feeding him. After a minute, he placed a hand over hers, groaning,
“Enough.”
She looked up, seeing
him grimacing. “Are you all right?”
“Too much food. I
haven’t eaten in days. It’s hurting my stomach.”
“Sorry.” She went to
push up with the tray.
His hand whipped out,
stopping her. “I need water.”
“Okay.” She passed him
the bottle and got up, returning the tray to the table. Her eyes zeroed in on
the plate of spaghetti, which was obviously her dish. Feeling famished, she sat
down at the table and started eating, believing the guard in regards to how
long she’d slept. Plus, she could never hold her liquor, alcohol affecting her more
due to her brain injury.
She finished the
spaghetti fast, then tucked into the chocolate torta , groaning as the
rich flavor hit her taste buds. She wondered whether she was being treated
better because of her sister. She couldn’t imagine Camila giving up on her. She
just hoped that the Black Russian took Jagger’s money instead of enjoying his
body, because her sister’s boyfriend hated being touched by men. The poor man
had been badly abused by one of her uncles, the one she’d stabbed in the leg
for trying to assault her lover.
Once she’d finished
her food and had some wine, making sure to only have one glass, she returned
her attention to Sasha. He was in the process of curling up, looking like he
was going back to sleep.
“You can have the
bed,” she said, wanting to do more for him. She still couldn’t believe he’d
given up his food for her, even more so after finding out he hadn’t eaten in
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