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I let out a deep sigh as I zipped the suitcase shut—which I had to sit on to close.

Even if it was only a weekend in New York, I needed to be prepared.

I wasn't even sure we were still going, especially considering how we left everything.

I had barely spoken ten words to Sevan that night at that hotel.

Not after irritatingly getting offended by such a small thing.

I never get offended.

Yet Sevan had managed to offend me.

Which made me angrier.

I honestly was going to assume the New York plans weren't happening.

Even if that made me just as angrier somehow.

But then Sevan texted me this morning specifying to be ready by a certain time.

So here I am—draped in my usual fur coat with a short dress and stockings on underneath.

It seems that it is very cold in New York at this time, so that's a positive.

I made sure to pack all my favorite coats and even a pair of high-heel boots to wear.

My suitcase was really fucking heavy but that was less my problem and more the problem of my men who had to carefully take it down the stairs.

It was a two-man job.

And all I did was walk contently behind them toward the running car.

Given that it had just reached six o'clock, no one in the house was up yet.

Not even my girls.

But I was very happy to know Yuri was peacefully asleep.

"Zinovia," Sevan said as soon as I slid into the car.

I only spared her a firm nod, still choosing to actively ignore her entire fucking presence.

I should've just canceled this trip, but a part of me irritatingly wants to go.

Sevan raised a brow as soon as I leaned my legs away from her touch, knowing she wanted them in her lap.

"You're still mad," she said, pointing out the fucking obvious.

I shrugged, still not sparing her a response as I purposely looked out of the tinted window of the car.

And for once Sevan remained silent as preferred, leaving me to my thoughts as the car slowly rolled forward.

The ride to the usual tarmac felt longer than usual.

Only because of the tense silence that you couldn't cut with the sharpest fucking knife—and then Sevan not bothering to hide that she was openly staring at me.

But I knew she wanted me to say something.

So I didn't.

I just remained silent with a neutral expression on my face, refusing to give her a reaction.

I even... opened my own door to get out of the car.

Which surprised us both, but I refused to show the emotion on my face.

Even as I purposely walked ahead of Sevan, not allowing her to touch me as we ascended the stairs of the private plane.

I intentionally sat my bag in one of the leather chairs, sitting down in the one across it so Sevan couldn't sit across from me.

She would have to sit on the other side of the plane.

But she didn't.

Instead, she calmly grabbed my purse and set it on the table—still openly staring at me with nothing but analyzation.

"How did you sleep?" she murmured, slipping off her leather jacket.

Which I unconsciously watched her do, eyeing her white t-shirt that exposed her toned arms lingering in ink.

She annoyingly looks good.

Especially with her dark hair gelled back and her bare face as glowy as usual.

She does this on purpose.

She looks good just to irritate me.

"Zinovia," Sevan calmly said, snapping me out of my thoughts, "How did you sleep?" she repeated herself again.

I shrugged, but as soon as I noticed her raise a brow, I clenched my jaw and said—

"Great."

Sevan hummed in response, "Are you hungry?" she asked, her dark eyes nearly burning into mine.

It almost makes me want to look away.

I didn't.

"I guess," I mumbled, knowing she wouldn't let me skip breakfast.

I don't know why she bothers asking.

Sevan let out a deep sigh as she rolled her neck slightly, "Tell me why you're mad baby," she said, relaxing back in her chair, "I'll fix whatever it is."

I lazily raised my brows, knowing she couldn't take her words back.

And I don't want her to.

It's my fault for even allowing myself to be offended.

All we do is fuck and argue.

There are the in-betweens, but that's all they are.

In-betweens.

"I am not mad," I mumbled glancing out of the plane window with hopes that she would leave the topic alone.

But this time she didn't.

"You're making this difficult," Sevan said, her dark eyes still not bothering to glance away from me.

"You are making this difficult," I emphasized, glancing back over to meet her dark eyes, "Let it fucking go, Sevan."

Sevan raised a brow, unfazed by my harsh words, "Let the attitude go first and I'll consider it," she countered back.

I clenched my jaw, "I have no attitude," I mumbled, narrowing my eyes at her.

Sevan's lips subtly twitched up, "Really?" she murmured almost in amusement, "Come give me a hug then baby."

I blinked almost a few times against my own wishes, entirely caught off guard by her demands.

"The plane takes off—I stay seated," I quickly formed an excuse, crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

Sevan's amusement grew as she purposely glanced around, "I don't see the plane moving," she just had to point out, "Come here."

I clenched my jaw again, remaining silent for another moment.

A very long fucking moment.

Until Sevan raised a challenging brow.

I drew in a tight breath as I stood almost reluctantly from my chair, watching Sevan's dark eyes trail my body as I slid past the table between us.

And as soon as I had rounded the table, I stopped in front of her, hesitantly leaning down for a side hug.

But as expected, Sevan didn't allow it.

She pulled me onto her lap instead, tugging me by my waist.

I clenched my jaw as I sat stiffly in place, leaning into her side while my legs dangled from her lap.

"I changed my mind," Sevan said, glancing down from my eyes to my lips, "Give me a kiss instead."

I drew in yet another breath, feeling my ego challenge either option.

Honesty.

Or kissing her.

Which will it be?

"Or you're mad," Sevan murmured as she glanced up from my lips to my eyes, "And you don't want to kiss me."

I remained silent for a moment.

Until I had leaned in before my thoughts could catch up, pressing my lips to hers for only a brief moment.

Before I pulled away.

Or at least tried to.

Sevan had grabbed my neck before I could, deepening the kiss with me.

And I irritatingly couldn't pull away.

I couldn't break the kiss that my body seemed to want.

Meanwhile, my thoughts were screaming at me, degrading me for even allowing her to kiss me back.

But her hand tracing up my thigh felt too fucking good.

It left this addicting fire behind wherever it touched.

Until she had subtly slid her hand under my dress and between my thighs.

I inaudibly gasped as soon as she began rubbing me through my smooth underwear, digging my nails into the soft skin of her arms.

Sevan hummed in approval, sliding her tongue past my parted lips as she impatiently slid my underwear to the side.

"Tell me why you're mad," Sevan purposely murmured against my lips as she now ran her thumb over my aching clit.

I clenched my jaw at her third attempt, feeling myself grow needier.

And knowing Sevan was about to use it to her advantage.

So I attempted to pull her hand away even if it was the last thing I wanted.

Sevan slid inside of me in response, eliciting a moan from my lips that was muffled by her warm mouth.

"Why are you mad baby?" she asked again, curling directly into my spot that she seemed to know best.

I pushed at her shoulders, "I... I am not," I forced out, feeling my face burn as she held me in place by my neck.

I whimpered as soon as she slid a second finger into me.

I hate that it feels so fucking good.

That she feels so fucking good.

"Do we need to take this to the bedroom?" Sevan asked me, leaning away from my lips to meet my stare, "We can always use the strap."

I clenched my jaw, feeling myself grow wetter as she slid in and out of me at a quicker pace.

Because every inch of me wanted more, but my ego knew better than to take it.

"I'm not mad," I quickly rushed out.

Sevan raised a brow, "Say my name then," she murmured, eyeing my face as I tried to desperately cling to my sanity, "Say it fucking happily too."

I shook my head a few times, pushing more at her shoulders, which only made her grip around my neck tighten.

And her pace quicken, now grazing my clit with her palm each time she slid into me.

Which naturally made me squirm, refusing to have an orgasm at her expense.

Even if that's all I wanted to fucking do.

My ego just won't let me.

"You're fighting me now?" Sevan said in observation, noticing how I arched away from her touch and remained as stiff as fucking ever to fight my orgasm.

I only remained silent, clamping my lips shut with hopes that my moans wouldn't break loose.

Especially as it grew harder to fight the warmth burning me inside out, wanting nothing more than to give in to her.

But Sevan had slid out of me before I could, nearly knocking the wind out of me in the process.

"Fine, edge yourself then," Sevan determined, letting go of my neck and motioning me off her lap.

But I didn't move an inch, not as I gathered my wavered breaths—staring at Sevan with nothing but disapproval.

Because now there's this unbearable ache between my legs.

"Go on," Sevan murmured as she began sucking her fingers that were previously buried in me, entirely unfazed by what she just fucking put me through, "Or you can admit that you're mad and we can talk—I'll fuck you as a reward."

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off of her lap and stumbling onto my feet.

I didn't spare her a single fucking word as I purposely walked to the other side of the plane and sat in the seat.

Luckily, Sevan didn't get up and try to sit across from me.

Instead, she left me all alone with my thoughts again.

Only this time they were more chaotic than before.

Even as I attempted to eat the croissant and fruit served to me—I couldn't fight them.

I couldn't fight the urge to just give in and admit that I am mad.

I am very mad.

It was all I contemplated for almost ten hours.

Or half of that I was asleep.

The other half I stared out of the window with nothing but resentment.

Especially as Sevan calmly handled work on her laptop and phone.

It was yet another thing that was business to her.

Just as I am.

Soon we luckily touched down in New York, an unfamiliar city that caught me off guard at first.

Sevan seemed to openly gauge my reaction as we walked off the plane together, making a very obvious effort to open my door before I had a chance to.

Her computer and phones were both away, leaving her attention back on me again.

Even if I still continued to ignore her presence and gaze.

Which wasn't hard considering all I could do was stare out of the window in curiosity.

There is so much going on.

It's also less clean than Moscow.

Odd.

Although, some areas looked much more groomed and tended to.

Which happened to be where our hotel was.

A very nice hotel at that.

Luckily, the penthouse suite was large enough to where I could still avoid Sevan's presence.

Who knows, I might sleep on the couch to get my point across.

Especially after having to get ready in the same bathroom as her.

I purposely let her take a shower before me just so I could take one alone.

I also got dressed in the bedroom away from her to add to my point, purposely wearing an ankle-length dress that clung to my body.

And I knew Sevan noticed my outfit choice along with where I decided to get dressed.

This dinner will be very fucking awkward and I know she knows it.

"I am ready," I mumbled as my heels clicked against the marble floors.

Sevan had finished getting ready around forty minutes before me.

And she looked as good as ever in her button-down and black dress pants, wearing her usual silver jewelry.

"Good," Sevan said, sliding her phone into her pocket, "We can talk now."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "I have nothing to discuss," I said, standing in place a few feet away from her.

But Sevan was actively closing that space between us.

"I'm not doing this shit with you anymore, Zinovia," she said, her tone much firmer with me than before, "I let you throw your fit—now it's time to speak like adults."

I clenched my jaw at her words, deciding to remain silent.

Because I was unsure of how to respond.

Especially with her now stopping in front of me, staring down at me with nothing but a serious look.

I'm not getting out of this now.