37. Homecoming

Brielle Clarke

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I’d never run this fast in my life but I’d been looking forward to Mikhail’s homecoming. It had barely been three days since he told me he would be back and I was more than happy about his arrival.

When I reached upstairs, he was in the living room talking with some of the men. I didn’t care that I interrupted as I ran toward him. He saw me and wore a big smile on his face as he ditched the other men.

I jumped on him with more enthusiasm than necessary and he laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist as he picked me up and spun me around. I joined him in laughing.

“Damn,” he whistled when he dropped me back on the floor. “Who would have thought you’d miss me like that? I might just leave often so you’d hug me like that every time.”

“Shut up,” I said with a blush.

He held my hand and made me give him a spin. “You’re also filling out. I’m guessing Maxim is making you eat. He has an obsession with that.”

That was true. Even if I never came down to eat, he made sure I