You Will Be Sorry

(SERGIO)

She wore the fucking black bikini.

After I had explicitly warned her not to.

I am boiling with rage and seething inside. Nikolai and his man run their eyes all over Ivanna's body, ogling her like staring wolves as she passes through the seating. The small scraps of fabric do little to cover her ample tits and ass. She might as well have walked through naked.

As soon as I have the chance, I'm going to paddle her ass raw.

Nikolai had made a remark that I barely heard through the fury that was coursing in my ears. How can I concentrate in this meeting knowing what she has done? We were supposed to dine together after Nikolai and I were done discussing the agreement. That clearly couldn't happen. I'm dying to stab anyone who looked at her twice.

"We should finish." I comment abruptly. "The women must be bored with us, no doubt."