Jimmy.
“Man! Do you want Olga or not? Because I’m really so confused!” Tomas exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.
I clenched my hair in frustration, rolling my eyes as I tried to process my feelings. “I don’t know, it’s a spooky feeling. I feel a pain kicking in my chest. Is this love?” I exhaled heavily, feeling the weight of my confusion.
Tomas laughed hysterically, the sound echoing in the room. “Yes, I suppose! And this pain sticks inside you like an infection that spreads throughout your body and can’t get out until you reach the one you love,” he explained, his tone mocking yet oddly comforting.
“It’s a dreadful feeling! Your words aren’t helping; they just strengthen the pessimism swirling inside me!” I mumbled, huffing in frustration as I hit my skull gently against the wall.
“Man, be a man and do something! Or pick another woman to be your wife! Do you remember your sister’s hard condition? She won’t accept you as part of her family and as a brother without having your own wife! Double wedding!” Tomas raised his eyebrows, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.
“Okay! I remember! But I want Olga! How can a virgin girl beat a mafia leader for god’s sake? They don’t even have any weapons or wisdom in life! They should have zero resistance towards us, not the complete opposite!” I exclaimed, feeling my frustration boil over.
“No, a virgin girl with no experience has the fiercest weapon of all: her dignity. It keeps her safe from our claws!” Tomas giggled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Okay, fine. I will go talk with her now,” I stuttered, feeling a mix of determination and dread.
Tomas walked close to me, opening the door of my suite. “Okay, I’ll go to Jennifer now. Good luck,” he said, patting my shoulder before locking the door behind him.
I stepped towards the mirror in the middle of my room, taking a long breath. “Okay, Jimmy, claim yourself. You know you want this girl,” I muttered, trying to encourage myself to act.
Then I sealed my eyes, taking a sharp, acute breath, and opened the door of my suite, trailing down the corridor towards Jennifer’s suite. I leaned my back against the wall, waiting for Olga to come out.
When she finally stepped out of Jennifer’s room, I peeped at her with a sideways glance. She spotted me but pretended not to notice. Her eyes flicked to the floor as she wandered past, as if I didn’t even exist.
“Olga! We need to talk!” I blurted out, my voice cutting through the silence.
“Sorry, we have nothing to talk about! And absolutely, I don’t want to,” she huffed, stepping a few inches away from me. In response, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my room, slamming the door behind us. My royal suite was close to Jennifer’s, but mine was extraordinarily huge-I’m the owner, for god’s sake.
I pushed her back against the wall and settled my hands next to her head, gazing into her eyes. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, nibbling on my lips.
“It’s none of your business, but anyhow, yes, I have one,” she smirked defiantly.
I pulled my body away from her, walking to the table. “Liar,” I mocked, not believing her for a second.
“Excuse me?” she growled, clearly taken aback.
“I collected all the information about you! Here, take this file,” I said, grabbing a file from the table and handing it to her.
She flipped through the papers, one after another, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “Um, how did you do that? And in such a short time!” she asked, astonished. It was clear she still didn’t know who I really was, which made this mission even more interesting.
“You still don’t know me!” I laughed hysterically, turning my back to her.
“Why? What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling as she furrowed her brows.
I spun around, closing the distance between us, and drew a demonic grin. “I want you, Olga!” I raised an eyebrow, letting my intentions hang in the air.
“Excuse me?” she ground her teeth, anger flashing in her eyes. She raised her hand as if to slap me again, but I quickly grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm and wrapping it around my back.
Leaning closer, I whispered in her ear, “What I meant is, I want your soul, your body, your heart to be mine.” I could feel her breath quickening, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Um, this is something I can’t do,” she said, rolling her eyes as she attempted to wriggle free from my grip. But I kept my gaze locked onto hers, unyielding.
“Why? I feel something magical between us, a different kind of attraction, right? Just tell me,” I urged, furrowing my brows, desperate for her to understand.
“Please let me go,” she begged, her eyes darting away from mine, trying to escape the intensity of our connection.
“Okay,” I said, releasing her wrist and raising my hands in surrender. But once she folded her arms, I pulled her back to my chest, forcing her eyes to meet mine once more.
She blinked rapidly, her defenses wavering. “I’m engaged and will be married to a doctor in one year,” she informed me, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her uncertainty.
I furrowed my brows, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Do you love him?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Never.”
“Do you want me?” I asked, my tone serious but laced with hope.
She choked on her words, coughing slightly. “Um. I don’t know. It’s the first time in my life I feel this…” Her lips trembled as she bit down, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on me.
Before she could finish her sentence, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, tasting her hesitation and uncertainty. She initially tensed up, but as our kiss deepened, I could feel her slowly melting into me. To be the first to kiss her was a rush unlike any other. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back with a growing passion. I pressed her back against the wall, lifting her leg to my waist, eliciting soft moans from her.
But suddenly, she broke away from me, her eyes wide with panic. “I can’t do this! My father will kill me!” she exclaimed, and before I could respond, she dashed away from me, leaving me alone in my suite, heart racing and mind spinning.