One last dinner

"Mallory, you look..." Tom stops and exhales loudly. 

"That bad?" I ask, unsure if choosing the leather black pants was a good idea at all.

"Amazing, irresistible, hot," Tom finishes and scratches the back of his head, looking me up and down while a naughty smirk dances on his lips.

"Does it make me look fat?" 

"Ugh, typical woman," he rolls his eyes. "Why would it make you look fat? In fact, it makes you look... damn," he sighs and checks me out again.

"It makes me look..?" I furrow my brows and frown.

"Yummy," he says and licks his parted lips. "It points out your curves just perfectly."

"Are you sure?" I ask again, still debating whether I should go and change.

I always loved this pair of pants. I wear them proudly, after the hell of torture I've been through last summer. Diets, workouts, excessive sweating. I was never the skinny type. And I always envied my classmates, who eat like pigs and still weigh nothing. They're the lucky bitches. I, on the other hand, am the type that gains weight only by breathing closer to a bar of chocolate.

I was never on the other side either. I was never been obese, I only had a few extra pounds here and there. And I lost them, then I bought the pair of leather pants I'm currently wearing and was proud of it. I always wanted to have such a pair in my wardrobe. I felt better, I felt healthier, although I stayed what you will call thick. Wider thighs, peachy butt, but thanks God, a flat tummy. After endless number of crunches. 

At first, I wasn't entirely satisfied. I longed to have the model type of straight and long legs, but it is what it is. Genetics.

My phone buzzes and I know it's Viktor. It's exactly 7 PM.

"I'm outside," the message reads and I sigh. No time to change, I guess.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Tom grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"Not entirely sure, but I have to. He promised he'll leave me in peace for real if after this night I decide I don't want to see him."

"Do you trust that promise of his?"

"Yes," I nod, "and he promised to answer my questions, so I have nothing to lose."

My phone vibrates again.

"If something happens, call me! I'll come and take you," Tom swirls a naughty lock of dark chestnut hairs that fell over my eyes.

"Okay," I nod again. "I should go, wish me luck." 

I open the door and look at Tom again, who now stands with arms crossed on his wide chest and clenches his jaws.

Closing the door behind me, I immediately focus the dark-silver Mercedes, parked carelessly on the street. Then I see the tall figure of my date tonight, leaning on the car. Tight slacks and a shirt, classy as always.

A heavy watch shines on his wrist, one that I haven't seen, but it looks expensive. He has his arms and ankles crossed, his head slightly tilted. Fuck me, he's a damned God in human body.

"Mallory," he beams at me.

"Hey..." I whisper and step closer to him.

"Are you ready to go?" he straightens his shoulders.

"I guess so."

"After you," he opens the car door and reaches with his hand for mine. I slide inside the luxury machine and a moment later we join the traffic.

"Where are we going?" I ask, a little nervous, a little curious.

"It's a surprise. Have some patience," he chuckles.

"I swear, if you bring me to another hotel, I'm leaving," I scoff. "I felt like some cheap slut when you brought me to that place the last time."

"Oh? Why didn't you tell? We could've went somewhere else," he reaches with his fingers and shifts my head to face him by lifting my chin, slightly brushing the skin.

"I- I didn't plan to end up sleeping with you," I admit whispering the last part.

"And you didn't even think about it?" he laughs.

"No," I shake my head. "So? Where are we going?" 

"You'll see. I promise you, it's not a hotel."

                          ***

"Wait, is this..?" I stare in awe at the building in front of me.

"Yep, my home," he agrees with a nod.

"It's smaller than I imagined," I note, "although it looks way too luxury."

One level house reveals in front of me as I step through the door. Money screams from it. Built according to the latest fashion trends you can find in house-building. White and black are the only exterior colours, the surface looks shiny yet somehow matted. Huge crystal clear windows fail to hide the big pool behind them, but at least being in the pool you'll have the best view. A small green garden surrounds the house, the grass perfectly trimmed. It looks fresh and calming.

"Are you coming?" Viktor nods and gestures me to get inside. 

A stone path parting the garden leads from the front door to the house. I step carefully, afraid not to break any of the decorative stones under my weight.

"Mia casa," he invites me inside opening the door wide.

Inside is as neat and beautiful as it was outside. White artificial lighting reveals a cosy white and dark brown living room. There's a fireplace and immediately makes me feel warmer. Huge plasma TV stands in front of a large couch and a glass table separates them in the middle. A little empty, yet more than enough.

"Are you coming?" Viktor invites me further and we walk to what seems to be the biggest kitchen I've ever seen.

As you can guess, the main colour is white and mixes with deep brown, almost black.

A large kitchen island is centered, circled by a few metal bar stools. Every kitchen asset is hidden, perfectly merging with the rest of the furniture.

Fridge? Built-in. TV? Built-in in the wall. Dishwasher? You guessed it already. Everything looks right in its place and clean.

"Come on, a few more steps," Viktor keeps walking in front of me, making sure I follow him. 

And I do. I walk slowly, engulfing everything my eyes fall on. The house is that type you see on the internet when you search for examples. The one that shows you how broke you actually are, with your small condo or a century-old house.

And then, after a few more steps, we walk into a big dining room. You know it already, expensive and beautiful.

A four-person massive wooden table is positioned in the centre, covered by a shiny white tablecloth. Two large black dishes lay waiting to be filled with food. Crystal clear cutlery is carefully packed in white table napkins and the warm air carries the smell of something tasty.

"So... we'll be having dinner here?" I scratch the back of my neck sheepishly. 

"Mhm," Viktor nods and pushes a glass of red wine in my hand. "Don't you fancy the idea?" he asks after noticing the strange look on my face.

"It all looks great, just..." I sigh.

"What's it? We can go to a restaurant if you want?" 

"No, no. The place is alright. Only if I can fill my own glass of wine, it'll be just perfect. I'm afraid to take an already prepared glass of something after the other day," I mutter and shiver after remembering what happened the last time someone brought me a cup that I didn't know what it contains.

"Sure, I'll open another bottle if you want?" he leaves the glass that was meant for me on the long wooden wall counter and grabs another glass.

"No, no. It's alright. I just want to be sure it's only wine inside my glass," I whisper unsure.

"What happened the other day?" Viktor asks while watching me stain another clean glass with the red liquid.

"I..." my breath hitches in my throat as I remember almost getting sexually assaulted.

"Hm?" he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"Tom brought me to a party of one of his friends and some guy spiked my drink," I blurt out everything, feeling intimidated under Viktor's gaze.

"He did what?!" Viktor tightens the grip around his glass. "What happened next?"

I lean on the wooden counter and sigh, looking up to the ceiling.

"Mallory, what did happen next?!" Viktor orders me to answer.

"The guy carried me to one of the rooms upstairs and if it wasn't Tom to step in on time, maybe he would've raped me, I don't know. I barely remember a thing, I only remember him saying to Tom that I was 'perfect and so easy'," I quote the guy, it was Matthew, right?

"What's his name?" Viktor growls in a low voice, his eyes darkening under his furrowed brows.

"I- I think it was Matthew," I cry out.

"That little bastard," Viktor curses and takes a sip of his wine.

Next thing, the tension is interrupted by a muted "ping" sound. Something somewhere announces it's ready.

"Be right back."

I sigh and sit down in the leather chair, waiting for Viktor to come back. I don't know if I should've told him this, it seemed like it made him angry, but I can't help it. I don't want to end up blacked out and almost sexually forced again.

"What are you cooking?" I ask, trying to enlighten the situation by changing the topic after I hear Viktor walking behind me and to the table.

"It's a surprise," he says while taking his seat on my right.

"You and your surprises," I complain and roll my eyes. "Anyways, it smells delicious."

"I hope it'll be as tasty as it smells," he chuckles and takes a sip of his red drink again. "Let's have a toast," he offers and lifts his glass closer to mine.

"A toast? Again? What for?" I ask but grab my glass anyways.

"For you, again. For giving me a second chance."

We clink our glasses and Viktor takes a slow sip of his wine while locking his eyes on my face.

"And speaking of me giving you a second chance, you promised to answer my questions," I remind him while focusing on the big wine glass on the table that I'm holding with both hands now.

"Yeah, I remember," he sighs. "Go on, ask."

"What do you work? And be honest."

"As I said before, I do a lot of things. It wasn't a lie. It's not something specific that I can narrow down," Viktor says while crossing his arms.

"Okay, where does your income come from? Tell me a few of the 'many things' you do," I quote him.

"I own a few orchard gardens, a few buildings here and there," he shrugs.

"What kind of orchard gardens and what kind of buildings?" 

"Nuts of any kind. Walnuts, pecans, almonds, across the States. As for buildings... just buildings I'm renting out. For example, the cafe you're working at," he casually notes and leans back in the chair.

"Okay. And speaking of that place..." I stop and take a deep breath, scared of what the possible answer could be. "Is Larry dead?"

Viktor's eyes widen in surprise when I shoot the question. "Why would he be dead?" he answers with a question.

"I don't know... You threatened him and made it sound like a death-threat," I lower my voice, ashamed of my assumption that Viktor might've actually killed Larry.

"I believe words are stronger than violence. I'm not a violent person, I'm sorry if I left a different opinion in you," he shrugs again and lights a cigarette. "But then again, I was death-threatening him indeed. I know people and people."

"Can I have one?" I ask. I haven't lit a cigarette in days but now, inhaling the poisoning smoke, I crave one.

"Sure," he gives me his box of Marlboro's death sticks. "What other questions do you have?"

"Are you involved in the mafia?" I mumble while lighting my cigarette.

"Why would I be?" 

"I don't know. You're half Italian, have money and people fear you. It's only logical for you to be with the mafia or something," I exhale, feeling instantly relieved after my lungs fill with the bitter smoke.

"I have nothing to do with the mafia. I'm half Italian because my father emigrated from Italy when he was 20. Both my parents were hard workers and always believed work is the key to success. As for people fearing me, as I said I know people and people. I know people of high levels. I know politicians, I know judges, policemen. Also, I know shady people who won't hesitate to do a thing for some fast cash."

"That's actually awful!" I protest. "You can't pay people to do your dirty work!" 

"You can disagree all you want, but we're living in a capitalistic world and money rules it. If you don't have money, you have nothing. Frown as much as you want, but money opens doors that knowledge and hard work can't," he exhales the last curl of smoke and gets up. "I'll come in a minute." 

I scoff in my seat at the way this grown-ass man thinks. It's wrong! The same way of thinking gave birth to the idea to try and buy me with money.

"Ah, cazzo!" I hear a sharp clink of something metal falling on the ground and what I think is cursing in another language.

"Do you need help?" I shout but don't wait for his answer as a warm wave of something yummy hits me. "Is that a pizza?" I curiously ask, meaning the tomato-cheesy mess on the ground.

"Was. It was a pizza," Viktor sighs while he shoves his hand under the streaming water of the kitchen sink.

"What happened?" I step closer to him and look at his hand.

"Hot stove, hot tin," he says and lifts his hand. "Nothing major, I'll survive."

"So, I guess that was the dinner?" 

"Mhm," he nods. "I promised to bake you a pizza, but it looks like you have no luck."

"Okay, let me help you clean and we'll order something," I suggest then grab the top of blotting paper I saw and start cleaning.

"Ugh, we'll order but what?" he grumbles. "I swear, it was the perfect pizza."

"Well, unlucky me. Maybe next time," I automatically answer jokingly, not realising I just repeated the same mistake. I asked to see him again.

"Next time, huh," he kneels next to me to help me and I only gulp. Stupid me.

"Okay, now it's all cleaned and stuff, what are we going to order?" he says while helping me to get up off my knees.

"Hmm, I don't know. Italian, perhaps?" I joke.

"I know something Italian that you might try later," he winks at me and I feel my cheeks turning red.

"Anywaaays," I roll my eyes, "on a serious note, I'm starving. What about pizza?" 

"Yeah, rub it in my face," he growls.

"Where's the freaking fridge?!" I scoff, searching for the stupid built-in fridge.

"Here," he chuckles and opens it for me. "Why do you need it though?"

"If you're not in the mood for takeaway, we can cook something," I shrug while peeping inside the fridge.

"As if I'll lose my time cooking," he rolls his eyes. "I'll order something."

                            ***

Thirty-five minutes later the ringing doorbell interrupts the cosy atmosphere we have created. Just chatting and drinking wine. Sophisticated, aren't we?

"One big half-pepperoni, half-vegetarian pizza," Viktor loudly announces after bringing the big carton box in the dining room.

"Maybe it wouldn't be as good as yours, but it smells great," I say drooling over the still hot crispy pizza in front of me.

"Flattering me, huh?" he smirks.

"Oh my, it's really good!" I mumble, mouth half full as I bite from the triangle piece of tastiness.

"Yeah, yeah."

"So, you know... I have a few more questions."

"I didn't expect anything else," he chuckles. "Go on, ask."

"What kind of a favour did you do to Larry for him to feel this way about you?" I shoot and bite again.

"Some questions are better unanswered," Viktor cuts.

"How do you know Tom?" I arch an eyebrow, expecting Viktor to avoid my question again.

"He's Larry's son so I just happen to know him," Viktor shrugs.

"He's what?!" I shriek.

"Mhm," he nods, "didn't you know?"

"Obviously not," I frown. Why would Tom beat his own father?! "Have you ever been in love?" 

Viktor startles from my question, leaving the piece of pizza he was just about to take.

"Such a weird topic change," he mutters.

"So?"

"Of course I've been, but I prefer not to say anything more," he answers coldly.

"Alright. Have you been with someone younger than me?"

"I'm not a fucking predator, Mallory," he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, why me?" I shyly ask. One thing I couldn't find an answer for is why me. Amongst all the women that want to be with him. Why me?

"What do you mean by that?" he glues his brows furrowed together.

"Just... why me? You're quite an attractive man, that I know for sure is more than wanted, so... why me? I'm a nobody," I shrug apathetically.

"First of all, if you say one more bad thing about yourself, I'll spank you. And second, I just liked you, alright? There was something too innocent and cute when you saw me for the first time. The way your cheeks burnt red in shyness, the way you stuttered. It was cute."

My brain stopped functioning after he said he'll spank me. I didn't hear the rest. I cross my legs as something inside me trembles with wish when he threatens me with that.

"Okay, but still I'm a nobody. There are way more beautiful girls than me," I shyly confess. Partly, because I believe it and partly because I feel heated by the idea of him spanking me.

"You're begging for it, aren't you?" he narrows his eyes on me and licks his lower lip.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. It's for me not to tell and for you to find out," I say and finish my glass of wine. With every sip, I gain more and more confidence. I feel slightly and pleasantly tipsy. Just enough to gain the confidence to tease Viktor.

"You're playing a dangerous game," Viktor leans closer to me and whispers in my ear. It sends shivers down my spine. The hot ones, the greedy ones.

"And? What if I lose it?" I turn my head to face him, just a mere inch away from his lips. His breathing fastens, deepens. I feel it on my lips.

"If you lose, you'll be punished," he snarls and pulls my chair closer to him. "Interesting choice of clothing," he says while snaking his hand between my thighs.

"I chose it especially for the occasion," I whisper and make myself more comfortable, spreading my legs for him as he rubs me through my pants.

"Tut, tut, tut," he clicks with tongue as he takes his hand off, "impatient as always."

"What the..." I protest while watching him taking a bite of the pizza. Is he for real?!

"Staring daggers at me won't help you either, Miss Cox," he indifferently notes, but I see the smirk forming on his lips.

"We shall see that," I threaten him and a devious idea crosses my mind. Under different circumstances maybe I wouldn't be so bold, but again, I blame it on the red wine.

"What are you doing?" he asks while watching me slide from my seat and under the table. "I wouldn't suggest... that," he sighs when I unbutton his slacks. "You haven't done this before, have you?" he asks.

"No," I admit and slide down his pants and boxers for his erect bulge to pop up in my face like confetti. 

I take Viktor in hand and close my eyes, part my lips and slide them around the tip of his shaft.

"Oh, your virgin mouth feels just perfect," he purrs and relaxes in his chair.

This confession of his gives me the motivation I needed and I start working him like I've seen in that-kind-of-movies. I move my mouth fast, pressing my tongue to him and I must do something right because his growling echoes through the dining room.

One thing that startles me out of my concentrated moving is Viktor thrusting in my mouth. My gag reflex immediately kicks in and I choke.

"Ah, a virgin mouth," he sighs satisfied, "we'll fix this."

I keep moving up and down, my saliva dripping to my hand, working just perfectly as lubrication.

"Stop or I'll fill your naughty mouth," Viktor growls and I feel him stiffening in my hand.

The idea of him coming in my mouth suddenly sounds interesting to me and instead of stopping, I fasten the rhythm.

"Mallory!" he shouts my name and a few seconds later he shoots his load down my throat.

The taste is bitter, almost awful. I choke because of the taste again but keep moving my head.

"That's enough," he sighs satisfied and I release him from my mouth, swallowing what's left on my tongue and lift from under the table and to my chair.

I smirk greedily at Viktor, who takes a moment to relax with his head tossed back and eyes closed.

"For your first time, you did just brilliant," he grins as if he read my mind.

"Uh, thanks?" I awkwardly respond and he laughs. "What's so funny?" I ask.

"The fact I haven't planned to have sex tonight."

"Oh? Haven't you?" I tilt my head, still heated from the wine and the moment I just gave him.

"No. And I'm being honest," he admits and looks at me. "So it looks like there are devil's horns behind this angelic look."

I only blush. I didn't think I'll get this horny either.

"Miss Cox, I think we're done with the dinner."

"Well, I'm certainly done," I purr and lick my swollen lower lip.

"And you were saying you don't want to see me," he winks at me to tease me.

"Well, who said this is not a goodbye present," I shrug.

"There's no such thing as a goodbye present." A lascivious smile forms on his lips. "Come with me," Viktor gets up and offers me a hand.

"Where are we going?" I ask curiously.

"You'll see."

                            *** 

"Woah," I only manage to say. I'm completely swept off my feet. 

"You like it?" Viktor snakes his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"It's incredible," I agree.

I followed Viktor to the swimming pool I saw earlier with stepping a foot in the house's property, but damn. I didn't expect it to be so beautiful.

The pool is big, even huge. It spreads across the whole room and only a two-three feet walking space is circling it on each side.

The place itself is dimly lighted up by the lights on the bottom of the swimming pool, creating one secluded and intimating atmosphere.

Crystal clear windows from the floor to the ceiling embrace the room, revealing just the perfect view: the calm summer's night sky and the green garden that surrounds the house. I always wanted to live in a house with a personal pool.

"Wait, what are we doing here?" I ask when I finally come back from my moment of appreciation of the view.

"I noticed how you watched this place from outside when we first came, so I thought you'll want to try the cool waters," Viktor says and starts to unbutton his shirt.

"But I didn't bring a bathing suit," I sigh disappointedly. "I didn't know you have a swimming pool."

"You don't need one," he smirks and takes off his shirt, revealing his god's body to me once more.

"But, I..." I blush ashamed at the idea of stripping for Viktor.

"I won't see something I haven't seen already," he reminds me that he has already seen me naked, kicks his slacks on the ground and jumps in the pool, the waters splashing around. "Are you coming?" he invites me inside and I just can't resist his offer. 

"I'm coming," I inform him and start undressing while not taking my gaze off from Viktor. The drops of water travel down his body, curving their path when they reach the pairs of abs.

Viktor licks his lips as I unclasp my lace white bra, releasing my breasts and my nipples harden because of the instant change of temperature.

"If you don't come this instant, I'll drag you inside," he threatens me, his voice low and sultry.

"Impatient, aren't we, Mr Russo?" I boldly tease him by quoting him and take extra time to take off my pants and bikinis.

"That's it," he roars and gets outside the waters in one fast movement, then grabs me in his hands and jumps back inside with me.

"Viktor!" I shout then laugh.

"I warned you," he says, while placing both his hands low on my waist, pulling me closer and trapping himself between me and the wall of the pool.

"And? You got me here, what are you planning to do now?" I whisper, watching him deep in his black eyes.

"That's something I rather show you," he whispers on my lips, then forces his tongue inside my mouth.

I let out a loud but muted moan in his mouth as he pulls me even closer and rubs himself on me, letting me feel his fully erected excitement.

"Why am I naked and you have your boxers on?" I stop the kiss and arch an eyebrow while pushing a finger under the elastic edge of his only clothing.

"For a mysterious effect," he says while tracing my cleavage with lips.

"Like a mystery box, huh?" I say and shove my hand under the pair of underwear. "It's not like I don't know what's inside already," I take him in hand.

"I can't wait a moment longer," he hisses and grabs me by my butt, then lifts me and slowly slides me on him.

"Oh, God!" I moan when I feel my insides tear up for his cock to enter.

"It's not a place for God," he whispers in my ear and starts moving me up and down on him, the waters splashing around us.

He then spins, pressing my back on the cold wall of the pool and starts pumping inside me even harder, even deeper, reaching a spot I didn't know it's possible to reach. His raw and animalistic moves, his fingers digging the skin of my butt, his lips sucking the skin under my chin, it all makes me dizzy, reaching the end. 

My body stiffens, my core tightens the grip around him, I feel like my soul left my body.

"You love this, don't you," he growls in my face before slamming his lips on mine, harshly biting my lower lip for the last few pumps. "Hell!" he tosses his head back and stops, then I feel him pulsating inside me. "Fuck, you totally drained me, you understand that?"

I blush from his confession, then he releases himself from inside me, letting me step on the bottom of the pool.

"Uh, won't this be a problem?" I ask ashamed, meaning he just came inside me.

"We'll take care of it tomorrow," he sighs and hugs me from behind, kissing my head.

"Tomorrow?" I whisper.

"Mhm," he nods and rests his chin on top of my head. "Even if you decide not to see me anymore, I'll bring you to a gynaecologist anyways."

I sigh. This was supposed to be the last time I see him. This was supposed to be the chance to ask him to leave me, not to end up having sex in the pool. Something inside me tells me to stay. Whenever I'm with him I feel like I've never felt before. I really enjoy my time with him. But then when I am not around him, my rational being tells me to run. To never look at his direction again.

"What's your decision?" Viktor asks as if he read my mind once again.

"I don't know," I admit and get out of his embrace to face him. "We weren't supposed to end up here."

"I'll respect your decision nevertheless. I just wish it'll be the opposite of what I fear," he furrows his brows.

"It's ridiculous," I talk to myself but it seems like he heard me.

"What's ridiculous? We have great chemistry and I know you feel it too."

"What will be expected from me if I stay? We can't be exclusive," I sigh, my rationality taking over the heated side of me.

"We don't have to be. We'll just go with the flow. You'll know you're mine, I'll know I'm yours. I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking you to not put an end to the great times we have together."

"And we won't see other people? It'll be just the two of us?" I tilt my head. I didn't expect a commitment.

"Why? You want to see other people?" he narrows his eyes at me.

"No. But I thought this is just for the sex and that you'll be most possibly seeing others as well," I cross my arms and the possibility of him being with other women bugs me off. Is it jealousy I'm feeling?

"I'm deadly serious, I want you. You're doing something to me, I feel like I'm under some spell, like I've been poisoned. I just want to stare at these two green eyes while I fuck the hell out of you. I'm okay to show you to the world as well. The ones who need to know already know that you're under my protection. I'm fine with us being a couple as well. It's your choice."

My eyes widen in shock and my jaw hits the floor. He wants me to be his girlfriend?!

"This is impossible. The relationship thing. I don't want my name to be connected to yours."

"It'll be however you want it to be. Just stay," he sighs and once more pulls me in his embrace, closer to his warm body. 

"If I stay, we must clear some things up."

"Okay," he nods.

"First, you won't act as if I'm your possession. I'm a person. I want to work like normal people, I don't need your money. Second, I don't want people to look at me as if I'm some monster only because 'I'm under your protection' and third, I don't want you to send people to watch after me."

"What do you mean by the last?" he looks down to me and cocks and eyebrow.

"Tom. I know he's somehow working for you. He said numerous times that he is supposed to look after me."

"I never made him do something like this. It's his own choice to protect you," Viktor frowns when I mention Tom. "And speaking of him, is there something going on between you two?" 

I press my thighs one to another when I remember the morning I had with Tom. Jesus, I'm the worst. I let him have me this morning, now I'm held by Viktor's hands. I feel more than disgusted with myself right now.

"Mallory?" Viktor orders an answer.

"No," I sigh, fighting a tear that forms in my eye, "we're just friends."

"If I find out there's something between you two I'll murder him," Viktor confesses, with a deathly serious tone in his voice. It makes me shiver, it makes me freeze. And I step out of his embrace again. "What?"

"You won't touch him. If you want me to stay with you, you won't touch him. I don't know if he's working for you, I don't care you're working with his horrible father. You will release Tomas from his 'job position' and won't touch him." I cross my arms and bark orders back to Viktor and this takes him by surprise.

"If something happened between you two, now it's the moment to tell me. I'll forgive you."

"Forgive me?! This is exactly why I regret what I did ten minutes ago!" I shout at his face and grab the metal ladder to leave.

"Wait!" Viktor catches my hand. "I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want."

"You promise?" I ask, not facing him.

"Yes. Just stay."

"Okay, but I'm cold. Let's go back inside," I get out of the waters and collect my clothes off the ground. 

"Alright," Viktor sighs and follows me out of the waters. "Let's go back inside."