Page 65 of Sinful Betrayal
“Is that all I’m good for, then? Getting married and knocked up?”
“I guess we’ll find out.” He hangs up the phone.
I stare at the screen.
I should be used to never feeling good enough. I’ve had over two decades of feeling completely inferior to my brother Maxim orinvisible in my father’s eyes. Nothing I ever do is good enough, which is likely what got me in this mess in the first place.
I thought that somehow going along with my father’s plan would finally redeem me in his eyes, but I know I’m only fooling myself.
My father has made up his mind about me, and now Anton is going to be the one to suffer.
I know that family is everything to Anton, and the thought of tricking him into marriage and a baby would be the worst kind of betrayal.
I can’t do that to him, which leaves me with only one option.
I need to tell him the truth about who my father is.
16
ANTON
It’sdays like today that I regret ever opening up a bar. It’s been one thing after another, which means I spend all day glued to a desk trying to fix everybody else’s mistakes. I only meant to pop intoEspionageto have my weekly meeting with the general manager, but that turned into double-checking the stock as well as reviewing some security footage and talking to the police due to an assault allegation against one of our regulars outside the bathrooms on Saturday night.
Thankfully it was only hearsay, but I still made sure to go through every piece of evidence we had before the police dismissed it.
By the time I walk through the front door, it’s past nine, and I’m desperate for a drink and hoping that Nina is still up and willing to join me. Seeing her beautiful smile will definitely help my mood.
“Nina?” I call out as I walk across the foyer.
“Up here!”
My pulse spikes at the sound of her voice, and I quickly jog up the stairs.
“Where are you,zayka?”
“In your bedroom.”
I walk in to find Nina’s naked body sprawled across my bed.
She’s lying back against the pillows with her arms up over her head, looking nothing short of angelic with her dark hair loose around her shoulders.
My eyes roam over her peaked nipples, my mouth watering at the thought of sucking on the sensitive buds before moving lower.
Her legs are pressed firmly together, shielding her beautiful pussy from me, and I groan.
“You had a long day.” She rolls onto her stomach, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
“Yeah.” I undo a few buttons before pulling my shirt over my head.
“I thought you might need cheering up.”
My cock strains against my zipper. “You going to let me take you from behind again,lapochka?”
She wiggles her hips, and I reach down to squeeze the bulge in my pants.
“I have another idea.” She glances over her shoulder at me with hooded eyes.
“Oh, yeah?”