Page 87 of Sinful Betrayal
“When was the last time you spent a night in your own bed?”
I frown, trying to rack my brain.
“Exactly. He’s got you wifed up, my friend.” She laughs, linking her arm through mine.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as more of a hysterical squeak, but Emma doesn’t seem to notice.
She chats away about various classmates and gossip she’s overheard as Yakov drives us out to Anton’s estate.
I’m grateful that she doesn’t mind my less than enthusiastic responses as I’m focusing more on the sound of her voice rather than the words themselves to keep me from spiraling into my own dark thoughts.
As we approach the house, Yakov drives us around the back, and Emma and I gather our things before heading through the kitchen door.
“Hi, Danika. Is Anton home?”
“He’s in his office.” Danika switches the basket of laundry to her other hip. “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”
“Ooh, I’d love—” Emma chimes in, but I elbow her in the ribs.
“We’re fine, thank you, Danika.”
She smiles before disappearing into the laundry room.
“What was that for?” Emma scolds. “I’m starving.”
“We can make our own food, Emma.”
“Yes, but we don’thaveto, that’s my point. Let me enjoy the perks of my bestie having a sugar daddy.”
I roll my eyes and walk over to the fridge to start pulling out containers of fresh veggies as well as some hummus.
“We could rehearse outside if you wanted?” I grab two glasses and fill them with water. “It’s still warm, and the patio is flat enough.”
“Sounds good,” Emma says with a mouthful of carrot. “That way we won’t get too sweaty.”
We carry our supplies back through the kitchen door and around the back of the house.
It’s almost four, so the sun is still high overhead, and there’s barely a cloud in the sky.
I set down the tray of snacks on the outdoor table and take a moment to look around.
I’ve not had much of a chance to explore the sprawling grounds, which are just breathtaking in the early fall.
At the edge of the patio is a set of steps that leads down to an enormous pool which has its own external pool house on the left that’s bigger than most people’s houses. A seating area with heaters and a fire pit is on the right, ideal for curling up with a book and a glass of wine on a warm summer night.
Emma grabs my arm. “Screw practice! Let’s take a dip in the pool. I bet it’s heated. Unless you and Anton have done the nasty in there, in which case, I’ll pass.”
“Ew, Emma. No, we haven’t had sex in the pool.”
“Why the hell not?”.
“Hang on, you just said it was gross?”
“Isaidit was gross for someone else to swim in water that’s filled with all your bodily fluids, not that I wouldn’t be up for fucking a hot man in the pool.”
“Oh, my god,” I groan, my cheeks burning.
“Now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you.” Emma laughs, slapping me on the arm. “You’re very welcome.”