The Russian's Furious Fiancee by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

mother’s elegant, formal style. This place was filled with brightly colored pillows from India, long, sheer curtains with colorful toppings to block the outside world when she needed privacy. Her bedroom was simply furnished, but with silky fabrics in soothing colors and luxurious fabrics. Nothing had been expensive and she’d bought all of it with her own money. Money she’d earned on her own. Her parents had no idea what she did outside of their house, and as long as she didn’t embarrass them, and she showed up at all the appropriate functions, they didn’t care nor did they ask questions.
    As she peeled off the simple black sheath dress and hung it carefully in the extra bedroom closet, she padded barefoot into her bedroom and pulled on her own clothes. A pair of jeans, a white tee-shirt and a denim jacket. Heading back out the door with her books in her bag, she made her way back to her car and was off again, her laptop tucked under her arm and several new ideas ready to be developed for her next chapter.
    If there was anything good to come out of this ‘relationship’ with Damon Kelopatros, it was that he generated several new ideas for her book, spicing up her creative juices!

 
    Chapter 5
    Eva had three glorious days without meeting up with Damon and was thrilled, thinking he’d finally given up his attempt to pressure her into a marriage. She ignored the sense of deflation she felt as she checked her messages on her cell phone, refusing to admit that she was disappointed when Damon didn’t contact her. She told herself that she was relieved that he had moved on to another woman. When she read the papers, skimming the business and social headlines, she pretended like she wasn’t tensing for news of his engagement to someone else, just that she was interested as a non-interested bystander.
    She found out her assumptions were incorrect on the fourth day. “Dinner tonight, 7pm, my place,” was all the text message said. No name, no address, just the command to appear. She knew exactly who it was from even without a name.
    Instantly her heart rate increased and she considered so many ways to respond. Something that would put him in his place and show him that she refused to jump at his commands. Why should she? She had no relationship with him, no reason to obey him and even if he were her employer, she still would demand that he contact her and request her presence with a bit more respect than that message offered.
    She started to ignore it, but knew that it wouldn’t be the end of the situation. She simply replied, “Have plans” without any preamble or apology.
    When she quickly received the reply, “Cancel”, she gritted her teeth and considered her options. She could refuse, telling him that her current plans were much more interesting than he could possibly hope to be. She could make up some fabulous event she would be attending, but she knew that he would probably show up wherever she told him she was going to be. She smiled at the idea of telling him she had another date, with a man who was much more considerate than he could hope to be.
    After debating back and forth with herself, she relied on simplicity and said “No.” before tucking her phone into her purse. She smiled as she moved back to her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she developed the scene where her detective was interrogating a suspect. In her mind, the suspect was Damon and she was the detective. In the dialogue, she always came out sounding better, more intelligent and she won each argument.
    She suspected that the simple “No” would make him angrier than anything she might try to make up. Defiance was foreign to that man so it felt extremely good to be the first to offer it to him.
    She heard it vibrate a moment later, but determined to ignore it. She succeeded for all of five minutes before she pulled it out again and looked at the screen. She almost growled when she read the word, “Coward” on her