Demyan
"Pa, I didn't even realise what I was doing until I was doing it," I lowered my head and looked at the leaves of the different vegetables with a pout.
He shook his head, "I was thinking maybe if I spoke Russian, a language I knew how to express myself better in, you would understand me better because English seems to be completely going over your head. You are too smart for such an excuse either Demyan. I woke up from the racket in the house last night. Your father was fast asleep by then. Malia couldn't even sleep with you because you were busy dancing to some painful RnB song with EJ in your room. That's when we came up with the idea you two share a room."
My face flushed when I realised Dad had seen my outfit as well. I did not even remember how or when I went up to my room in the yacht and changed out of my shorts to the skirt and thong. I ran my hands down my face as I let out a groan.
"I'm sorry Pa."
