Chapter 365
Gemma’s POV
The raised voices from Mikhail’s office are impossible to ignore. I pause just outside the open door, like an unwilling audience.
Mikhail’s voice, cool and infuriatingly casual, floats out. “How, precisely, have I ‘ruined‘ your sister? By the simple act of not reciprocating her feelings?”
He sounds genuinely baffled, as if the concept of unwanted affection is a minor mathematical error.
“Then explain it to me. Why don’t you like Vicky?”
Liam demands, his voice tight. His arms are crossed in indignation, planted on the sofa, demanding an accounting for his sister’s bruised ego.
There’s a beat of silence.
Mikhail is a man of action and logic; dissecting romantic disinterest is not in his skill set. His gaze sweeps the room, searching for an exit, and then it lands on me, hovering in the doorway.
“Mv preferences are quite simple.” Mikhail states. “I’m attracted to women with a specific intellectual complexity. Like Gemma, for instance. Your sister, unfortunately, doesn’t fit that profile. I’m simply not interested.”
Damn it!
The curse is silent on my lips but screams in my head. He’s using me as a human shield.
Thankfully, the Gods have mercy on me and Liam doesn’t see me, standing in the doorway. Or else, I would simply dissolve with embarrassment.
“You’re joking! You! You like Gemma?”
I can see the gears turning in his mind. While he might admit I’m not unattractive, and my sharpness might be appealing to some. But his sister, Vicky, is uncomplicated and sweet to her brother’s eyes.
“Mikhail, be reasonable,” Liam tries, switching tactics. “Vicky has never been married. She’s… untouched.”
He says it like it’s the trump card for her favour. On the contrary, Mikhail doesn’t even blink.
“I prefer my partner to have some experience.”
Liam is rendered speechless. This isn’t going how he planned.
attracted to women with a specific intellectual complexity. Like Gemma, for instance. Your sister, unfortunately, doesn’t fit that profile. I’m simply not interested.”
Damn it!
The curse is silent on my lips but screams in my head. He’s using me as a human shield.
Thankfully, the Gods have mercy on me and Liam doesn’t see me, standing in the doorway. Or else, I would simply dissolve with embarrassment.
“You’re joking! You! You like Gemma?”
I can see the gears turning in his mind. While he might admit I’m not unattractive, and my sharpness might be appealing to some. But his sister, Vicky, is uncomplicated and sweet to her brother’s eyes.
“Mikhail, be reasonable,” Liam tries, switching tactics. “Vicky has never been married. She’s… untouched.”
He says it like it’s the trump card for her favour. On the contrary, Mikhail doesn’t even blink.
“I prefer my partner to have some experience.”
Liam is rendered speechless. This isn’t going how he planned.
“Vicky is my sister…”
He finally manages, falling back on bruised loyalty. “We’re friends. Can’t you show a little respect for that fact?”
Mikhail sets his pen down with a definitive click and fixes Liam with a look of utter seriousness. “If familial connection is the primary qualification, Liam, then perhaps I should be dating you.”
The statement hangs in the air, absurd yet brilliant. Mikhail has a tall build and military bearing, utterly compelling while being completely serious–looking.


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