Chapter Eleven

M I K H A I L

“No answer,” Evan says as he looks up from his phone. “Yana has ignored all ten of our calls, boss. What do we do?”

I open my mouth to say that we should call her again, but no sound comes out. The truth is, I don’t know what to do, and calling her this many times with no response is starting to feel wrong to me.

Especially considering what happened the night before yesterday.

“You did humiliate me more.”

Those words continue to run through my mind like a bad mantra. Every time I try to focus on something, I hear Yana’s voice saying that. Granted, it shouldn’t be a big deal since she has every right to feel that way, but I just can’t shake off the feeling that she genuinely believes I shouldn’t have defended her.

And she’s right, I didn’t have to. I just did it because I wanted to.

I’m starting to think that the only reason why I’m this bothered is because I still don’t know why I wanted to.

It’s not because of the contract. It’s not because of our arrangement. I just si