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##Chapter 4

- Hello! I widened my eyes in surprise, I don't know why but I really thought he wasn't exactly going to talk to Jeremy on the phone.

I looked at him begging him to give me back, I thought about trying to stop him too, but I just stayed quiet waiting for his common sense to act.

“Hey there, Jeremy. Beauty? My heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't make out what Jeremy was saying, but the mutterings were so loud, he sounded very upset on the phone. I looked at Hugh's arrogant face watching him lean against the headboard of the bed looking amused by the situation. At that moment I felt so angry that he was invading my privacy like that that I looked forward to the next day when I would finally leave that damn place!

— Yes, yes, she is here. But buddy, we're busy right now and you're fucking in the way. Hugh took the phone away from his ear and the next question was impossible to miss. Jeremy practically roared.

- Who are you? Where's Diana?! — the white one should be like a very purple aubergine.

“My name is Hugh. Hugh Mikhail. I could clearly imagine the state of nerves that idiot Jeremy was in.

"Give that crap to Diana now!"

So suddenly I was no longer angry at Hugh for answering my cell phone, but at Jeremy for feeling entitled to be angry if I was actually with a man.

“I don't want to pass it on to her. Diana is in a relaxing moment right now, right under my hands as I massage her beautiful tanned skin, I don't want to spoil this moment and you, my dear friend, would spoil it too much. It's already spoiling now, by the way.

I heard several curse words resonate through the phone.

“Hey, my buddy. I could beat you at swearing, but right now I have to be calm for our girl. — our girl? - Our? Oh no. Mine, because if she were yours, she would be there with you and not here with me avoiding your unbearable calls. You asshole.

I swallowed hard. Now I didn't know who I was more angry with, if it was Jeremy for being a fucking asshole or if it was because Hugh was telling all these lies and still sticking his nose where he didn't belong and the worst of the worst, part of me wanted him to keep teasing Jeremy.

What the fuck was with me?

The heavily Australian accent coming out of the lips of this hostile man perfectly surrounded by muscle was too sensual for my long-sexed mind and body. The moment he ran his tongue over his lips, it made my stomach flutter as I imagined him whispering a guttural sound in my ears something sexy with his accent.

Hugh heaved a loud sigh into the phone.

“That's right Jeremy, but right now you need to be a nice guy and stop bothering Diana. We're at an inappropriate time to be talking on the phone and you're making me nervous and when I get nervous the other side of the world can feel the consequences so be a good little boy and stop nagging me for a while, fuck! he yelled and wasted no time in hanging up.

Okay, that had been very sexy and my panties had gotten damp. Jeremy must have freaked out.

"Okay, now you can lecture me." He looked at me waiting with his arms crossed.

"Do you want me to say what you already know I'm going to say?"

"How do you know I already know what you're going to say?"

He was so abused.

"Do you always act like a wild, rude bastard who doesn't filter what he's going to say to others?" — I had to feign indignation, so I asked including everything he said to me from the first second we saw each other.

Out of nowhere, he got up like a ferocious lion, starting to walk towards me, I instinctively took three steps back until I bumped into his wardrobe .

“Listen here, little crystal. You are a fucking ingrate. You are at my house. I've tried to provide as much comfort as you can find here, which isn't much. I tried to be kind, which I'm not and I don't care to be , but for some hellish reason I wanted to be with you, something I'm going to rethink from now on. And the motherfucker was disturbing my sleep!

I looked at him swallowing hard, he looked back at me very close to me, having to bend over a lot to reach me.

My Jesus. He was beautiful when he was angry. I've never seen someone pretty angry.

I swear I was baffled now, I knew the calls were bothering him and he wanted to put an end to it and deep down I liked it... I just don't understand my irritation with him, I really don't. However, he didn't need to throw things in my face, like: "you're at my house." He wasn't there because he wanted to, and he was going to pay for his stay.

Maybe I was mad at myself for liking how wild he was, all potty mouth and... Diana, shut up, okay?

“I'm sorry for all the inconvenience. I will pay for it. For everything you've done for me tonight, I promise I won't bother you anymore. I muttered in a strangely hurt voice.

- Diana. Hugh took another step forward, bringing our bodies closer together.

Damn it, it's so beautiful. The barely visible dimples, hard, well-sculpted jaw being covered in blond beard hair just made me want to stare at him and I didn't know what the fuck was going on with me. Had I discovered a new fetish for unknown men?

There is if all the strangers in the world were like this. Anyway... I needed to control my mind, it was too crazy after I got off that plane in that damn village and stayed with that damn handsome viking.

“I really am a bloody idiot who lives in a bloody village and I'm not ashamed of it. But I just wanted to help, if you were avoiding him, you certainly have your reasons, he needed this, he needed to know there was another one in the game, even if it's a big lie. — he made a point of emphasizing the "big lie".

I was silent. I needed to process those words. And since I was terrible with them, I always screwed up.

“I thought I did it just because I was disturbing your sleep and not so Jeremy would think there was another one in the mix. — as usual, terrible with words. He laughed.

— I'm a thousand and one utilities, baby. It disturbed my sleep and it bothered you, I think it worked no matter what the purpose was. He stopped calling. We'll see by tomorrow.

We ended up smiling together. He's so bipolar.

“Good evening, Hugh Mikhail. I smiled as I pulled away to lie down.

“Good night once more, princess.

And finally that night I got to sleep.

The next day I opened my eyes slowly, automatically stretching. I had a delicious night's sleep like I never had before, even though I slept on a mattress on the floor, tiredness forced me into a deep and pleasant night's sleep. I sat down, stared at nothing for a few seconds, and then I got real.

“Shit! I hurriedly got up.

I hoped the plane hadn't left without me. I looked at Hugh's bed and it was all made up, I picked up my cell phone on the floor and saw what time it was. I let out a hysterical scream.

— Eleven in the morning!!! - Tears of despair began to want to come down.

I gathered everything from the floor, folded the sheets, blanket and mattress, grabbed my bag containing my personal hygiene products and ran to the bathroom. After all my morning ritual, I left the bathroom looking for Hugh, but I didn't see him anywhere.

He would then leave only a note and some money. I ran back to my room, I only wore an overcoat over my shoulders, I didn't have time to change. I tore a piece of paper out of my little planner and left him a note thanking him for everything, along with $300, which I thought was enough.

With a lot of difficulty carrying my super heavy bags and still wearing high heels, I accelerated as much as I could until I was close to the accommodation. My heart was already racing with adrenaline, with running, and to make matters worse I almost had a massive heart attack when I looked at the pasture where the plane was and I didn't see it.

"No, no, no!" I yelled. Despair taking over me.

I left the bags where they were and ran through the doors of the lodging.

“Hey, good morning or good afternoon, whatever. Where is the plane that was there? For God's sake? My voice was bewildered as was I.

— Left with all passengers at 08:00 in the morning. he answered calmly.

My blood boiled.

'All the passengers?' Like this? I was a passenger in that shit too! I yelled, not caring if I was making a fuss or not.

The outrage coursing through my veins was so strong that tears of rage burned the skin of my face, making me scream.

WHY DID I SLEEP SO MUCH?!