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ROSALINE

She stared at me like she wanted to kill me. Bitch, the feeling is mutual! "Polina, please excuse us," Alexei said. His voice was calm but I could tell he wasn't happy. She looked at him with surprise, "You can't be serious?"

"Did he stutter?" I interjected with a raised a brow and stood at akimbo. I could tell Alexei wasn't happy with my behavior but I couldn't care less. Madam Polina glared at me, "I wasn't talking to you." She began to speak in Russian but I waved her off, interrupting her, "Find someone else's man to hump."

With that, she huffed and stumped her foot before walking away angrily.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Alexei.

"What was that about?" I glared at him. He sighed, "She's the daughter of a friend. You're supposed to know the type of man I am."

I scoffed and crossed my arms. "You go ballistic whenever a guy even looks in my direction, not to talk of approaching me. And now, I can't even tell her to back off? Do I look like a fool to you?" I glared harder