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£12,000.’
Both Oliver and I turn around to look at the new bidder and I freeze. My stomach drops. I cannot believe my eyes. Noah is sitting at Alexander Malenkov’s table.
Sweet Jesus. He is the one who bought that last ticket this morning!
There must have been a reshuffling of the table seating. Someone on the table must have exchanged places with him. Our eyes meet. And I can’t tear my eyes away. Lost in his gaze I don’t even hear the rest of the world.
Then I see him lift one finger and I hear the harsh indrawn breath Oliver takes. I tear my eyes away from him and stare unseeing at the drama unfolding on the stage.
£13,500 becomes £15,000. £15,000 becomes £20,000. £20,000 becomes £25,000. I feel Oliver shifting with irritation beside me. He doesn’t want to lose face, but the price will soon become too high for him. With a tight smile he nods, and nods, until the auctioneer’s hammer hits the gravel at £75,000!
Noah has won the earrings.
Oliver pretends to smile graciously. He is actually shaking with fury. He turns to me and kisses me on the lips, slowly and leisurely. His mouth is cool and smells of the orange liqueur drizzled on his chocolate dessert. When he takes his mouth away my gaze flies helplessly towards Noah. His eyes are blazing and his jaw is clenched so tight there is a white line around his mouth.
I drop my eyes. Over on the stage, the next item is being described by the auctioneer. My stomach swims as I turn blindly towards the item being displayed.
After the auction, they give away awards to some people who seem very grateful to receive them, then the dance floor lights come on and the DJ introduces himself.
I quickly excuse myself to go to the Ladies. As I get to the corridor, I see Noah leaning against the wall. He is with a woman, a beautiful redhead . It makes me want to gag. I can’t. I can’t even look at them together. The thought of him doing to her all the things he did to me is unbearable. It’s like molten lava pouring in my gut. Oh God. I spun a spider’s web of lust for myself. Now I sit trapped like prey in its silken ropes. As I stand there burning, rooted to the spot, he sees me, excuses himself, and walks over to me. His stride is relaxed and prowling.
My knees are trembling.
Fifteen
Noah Abramovich
I notice her engagement ring immediately. It’s a dazzling thing. Big, ostentatious, and fucking ugly. She didn’t wear it last night when she came to me. I fight the urge to rip it off her finger.
‘Fancy meeting you here,’ I say.
‘I thought all you had to do today was sleep,’ she taunts, but her voice shakes.
‘I thought all you had to do was boring stuff.’
She bites her bottom lip. ‘Did you know I would be here?’
‘What do you think?’
‘How did you know I’d be here?’
‘Let’s just say I’m a friend of Alexander and I knew you were in the committee organizing this event.’
Her eyes widen. ‘You know Alexander Malenkov?’
‘Sure. I used to work for him.’
She can’t imagine how I might be connected to a world famous pianist and her smooth brow knits. ‘Really? As what?’
‘It’s not important. It was a long time ago.’
‘Oh. Why did you bid for my earrings?’
‘Why does anyone do anything?’ I can’t get the image of him kissing her as if he owned her out of my mind.
‘You did it to make my life a little bit more miserable.’
‘No,’ I say harshly. ‘I bought them because you belong to me. Every woman in that room had her jewelry bought back for her by her man. That was my right. I’m your man.’
She looks at me with wide, wretched eyes.
The question slips out before I can stop it. ‘Are you sleeping with him?’
She shakes her head.
‘I want to see you again.’
She swallows hard. ‘I don’t know. That was not part of the plan.’
‘Fuck the plan.’ My voice is harsh.
‘You don’t get it. My father will have you killed if he finds out about us, and the more times I see you, the
Both Oliver and I turn around to look at the new bidder and I freeze. My stomach drops. I cannot believe my eyes. Noah is sitting at Alexander Malenkov’s table.
Sweet Jesus. He is the one who bought that last ticket this morning!
There must have been a reshuffling of the table seating. Someone on the table must have exchanged places with him. Our eyes meet. And I can’t tear my eyes away. Lost in his gaze I don’t even hear the rest of the world.
Then I see him lift one finger and I hear the harsh indrawn breath Oliver takes. I tear my eyes away from him and stare unseeing at the drama unfolding on the stage.
£13,500 becomes £15,000. £15,000 becomes £20,000. £20,000 becomes £25,000. I feel Oliver shifting with irritation beside me. He doesn’t want to lose face, but the price will soon become too high for him. With a tight smile he nods, and nods, until the auctioneer’s hammer hits the gravel at £75,000!
Noah has won the earrings.
Oliver pretends to smile graciously. He is actually shaking with fury. He turns to me and kisses me on the lips, slowly and leisurely. His mouth is cool and smells of the orange liqueur drizzled on his chocolate dessert. When he takes his mouth away my gaze flies helplessly towards Noah. His eyes are blazing and his jaw is clenched so tight there is a white line around his mouth.
I drop my eyes. Over on the stage, the next item is being described by the auctioneer. My stomach swims as I turn blindly towards the item being displayed.
After the auction, they give away awards to some people who seem very grateful to receive them, then the dance floor lights come on and the DJ introduces himself.
I quickly excuse myself to go to the Ladies. As I get to the corridor, I see Noah leaning against the wall. He is with a woman, a beautiful redhead . It makes me want to gag. I can’t. I can’t even look at them together. The thought of him doing to her all the things he did to me is unbearable. It’s like molten lava pouring in my gut. Oh God. I spun a spider’s web of lust for myself. Now I sit trapped like prey in its silken ropes. As I stand there burning, rooted to the spot, he sees me, excuses himself, and walks over to me. His stride is relaxed and prowling.
My knees are trembling.
Fifteen
Noah Abramovich
I notice her engagement ring immediately. It’s a dazzling thing. Big, ostentatious, and fucking ugly. She didn’t wear it last night when she came to me. I fight the urge to rip it off her finger.
‘Fancy meeting you here,’ I say.
‘I thought all you had to do today was sleep,’ she taunts, but her voice shakes.
‘I thought all you had to do was boring stuff.’
She bites her bottom lip. ‘Did you know I would be here?’
‘What do you think?’
‘How did you know I’d be here?’
‘Let’s just say I’m a friend of Alexander and I knew you were in the committee organizing this event.’
Her eyes widen. ‘You know Alexander Malenkov?’
‘Sure. I used to work for him.’
She can’t imagine how I might be connected to a world famous pianist and her smooth brow knits. ‘Really? As what?’
‘It’s not important. It was a long time ago.’
‘Oh. Why did you bid for my earrings?’
‘Why does anyone do anything?’ I can’t get the image of him kissing her as if he owned her out of my mind.
‘You did it to make my life a little bit more miserable.’
‘No,’ I say harshly. ‘I bought them because you belong to me. Every woman in that room had her jewelry bought back for her by her man. That was my right. I’m your man.’
She looks at me with wide, wretched eyes.
The question slips out before I can stop it. ‘Are you sleeping with him?’
She shakes her head.
‘I want to see you again.’
She swallows hard. ‘I don’t know. That was not part of the plan.’
‘Fuck the plan.’ My voice is harsh.
‘You don’t get it. My father will have you killed if he finds out about us, and the more times I see you, the
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