#Chapter24
I stood in front of my closet looking through my dresses for the most provocative dress to wear to the club. Yes, his club. After a lovely time visiting Pushkin museum, Kolomenskoye, Sparrow hills and lastly Peterhof palace; I thought he would have a change of heart but No. He comes down, casually taking long strides to my side of the car, opens the door ushers me out into another ride already waiting for me by the road. Once in, he closes the door and watch Ivan and Kirill drive me back to the mansion. My chest heaves rapidly with flaming anger, at some point I held my index to my nostrils choking on a heavy sob threatening to spill. I dial his digits repeatedly, he refuse to pick up; quitting after the seventh ring.
Puffing air in and out of my lungs through my mouth, still yet my throat clogged. Sulking hard at the back of the car, I kept thinking of ways to punish him.
I am fucking mad at Elijah.
