Demyan
I continued to cry loudly until I was sure Ethan was downstairs then let out a smile in victory as I rested against the bed. If Ethan thought he could play mind games with me he clearly did not know who I was. My father, Vasili Chernyshevsky-Coleman, the master at manipulation and all of us had inherited the gene.
Dad was an Oscar winning actor and I was proud to be the only one who had inherited his skill. If I had to throw my naked body down on the tile and cry then I would do it in order to get my well deserved kisses. Ethan did not know the extent I would go through to get what I wanted.
As I heard his short breaths of air come up the stairs, my lips started trembling in advance as I let tears roll down my face as I writhed in the bed pretending that the pain was so bad I did not know what to do with myself.
