Secret Pregnancy. Gromov's Girl

“Who did you drag here for me? I told them to bring the girl I’m supposed to look after after her parents’ death—not the one who scratched up my car, turned me on just by the sight of her, and barely got away alive. Damn it. I wanted to forget her. Though I kept trying to find her. To get what was mine.”

I look into her honey-colored, wild eyes and start to get irritated. “Just don’t tell me that this girl is Derzhavina. The daughter of a friend I’m supposed to look after after his death.”

“Let me go,” she breathes through clenched teeth. “If you’re the guardian... I’m already nineteen, and I don’t need anyone’s help!”

“Watch your tongue, brat,” I touch her chin with my fingers. “Damn it, she looks just like her mother...”

“Or else I’ll have to find him a more proper job than your noise.”

She snaps her eyes open. She remembers what happened yesterday. And the most—damn it—vile thing in this situation is that I want to do it again.

Contains profanity.