72

“You don’t have to drive me to the airport,” I tell Kirill, who’s personally driving the car. He never does that. His face is unreadable, not that he is readable most days, but it’s been shrouded in more mystery since I announced I needed a vacation. While he readily agreed, his attitude has changed. He’s spent most of his time running external errands and has often ordered me to stay on house guard for Karina. We haven’t been alone in a room like he used to make sure we were in the past. And as for his room, he’s only used it to shower and change clothes. As a result, there’s been no sex for three whole days. Which hasn’t happened in months. Kirill has never gone an entire day without pulling me into a dark corner to fuck me until I have trouble standing. So the recent change of attitude has left me baffled. I haven’t been able to sleep or eat properly thinking about the meaning behind all of this. Considering his nature, Kirill doesn’t do anything without a purpose. Everyone and ever