Chapter 18 Gavril

• “Mr. Kirilenko,” the restaurant manager said, sweat dotting his forehead. “Please forgive me. That man will be barred from the restaurant. For life.”
• “Good,” I said, an easy smile gracing my lips now. My blood was still drumming through my veins, and I wanted to fuck Naomi so hard that she saw stars, but I had promised her a dinner, and that was what she was going to get.
• So I turned back to my wife, finding her watching me with wide eyes. Some color had come back to her cheeks, and she didn’t look thoroughly disgusted by what had happened.