Chapter 15 Engagement? No! Beau
Fuck! Getting shot at was a bummer. And if there was one thing she hated the most, it''s being coddled.
Her independent streak was rearing its head. She had sworn to poison Dominic with bedonna if she
could her hands on one.
Two whole weeks she had been confined to this bed. The wallpapers had made her dizzy from staring
at it all day. She had memorized every pattern she could decipher, even made equations. And
answered them in different ways.
And there was one more thing that aggravated her the most. Those fucking pain killers had her
knocked out all the damn time!
She and Dominic had barely spoken, other than civilized questions -the usual good morning and good
night and how are you phrases- he made it a point to avoid her.
Well, except at night. He retired to their bed beside her only if he was sure she was fast asleep. Which
was not always the case.
She could feel his warmth as he cuddled with her gently and his deep even breaths lulled her to sleep.
But the fucker was always gone when she woke up. As if nothing happened and everything was dandy
fine. This frustrated her to no end. She wanted to know what''s going on. Why was he acting like he has
KGB or CIA secrets?
Dominic''s sister -bless her beautiful heart- and his mother were the only people keeping her sanity
intact. Or she would have ended screaming the roof off in her agitated and bored state.
Her goal today was to get up from their huge bed. Alone. And eat all the berries in the world like there
was no tomorrow.
Fuck you, Dominic!
But that''s one of the shitty things she forgets all the time.
He doesn''t want to fuck her anymore. Damn him! He was treating her like she has the gue or worse
like she was a carrier of yellow fever.
She knew she sounded like a whiny bitch and melodramatic but like she gave a damn. She had been
confined in bed for almost a month. A few more weeks and she''d be in an asylum.
Oh, she will also need to order Chinese. She was craving some steamy buns.
Beau mentally scoffed. She changed thoughts faster than the speed of light.
Wincing, she gingerly navigated, by slow progress from the bedroom to the carpeted hallway.
The huge house was too quiet. She hasn''t had the chance to explore since she had always been
confined in her room.
Dr. Lizzie Hope had been a constantpanion as well and she grew fond of the shy, demure
physician. Can''t help not to when the good doctor basically saved her from death''s door. They became
buddies of sort and she''s has helped her today by not drowsing her in pain meds. This was the first
time Beau was fully lucid since she woke up.
The only drawback was she can feel every painful twitch of her bullet wound. Fuck! It''s near
unbearable.
She was gasping for breath by the time she reached the busy spacious kitchen. All activities stopped
and the maids gaped at her in shock. Yeah. Surprise.
A handsomedy in her sixty''s scurried over to help her on a cushioned leather seat. She shed her a
grateful smile while she gritted her teeth.
"You shouldn''t be up on your feet, tzarina." The olddy admonished and clucked her tongue several
times. Beau presumed she was the head housekeeper because everyone was looking at the woman
for guidance.
"I''m ok. I''m sorry I didn''t get your name?" She nced at Beau while she poured her a ss of water.
She took a sip, sighing at the coldness of the drink.
"Call me Mrs. Bell, tzarina." What''s with the ridiculous title?
"I am not a Russian Queen, Mrs. Bell." She ignored the housekeeper''s surprised expression. "I''m
hungry. Do you have fresh berries?" Her taste buds watered imagining its sweet nectar.
"We have some blueberries and strawberries. Do you want it with vani ice cream?" Thedy asked in
a thoughtful expression. Eager to please the young tzarina.
"Umm, I think sour cream would be best," Beau answered.
Mrs. Bell nodded and made her a bowl of creamy delight. She presented the oddbination to her
with a gentle smile.
Beau moaned at the delicious treat. Finishing it in under 10 minutes and she asked another one. Still
indulging, she remembered the buns. "Can you call for Chinese delivery? I want the hot meaty buns for
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lunch." She requested.
Mrs. Bell nodded enthusiastically and ordered a maid to do it.
"Do you want me to order different varieties of berries, tzarina?" She asked eagerly. She was way too
happy to oblige her.
Beau''s eyes narrowed but she answered yes. Thedy was like a motherly figure and she liked her.
"Do you know where I can find Dominic?" She needed to talk to that stubborn man soon. Give him the
tongueshing he deserves.
"He didn''t tell you, miss?" Uneasiness gripped her insides. It seemed that he doesn''t want to tell her
anything anymore. Screw him!
"No." Where the fuck was he?
"The tzar left on a business trip to Brazil today." Mrs. Bell gulped when she noticed the tzarina''s nk
expression. A facade. Her anger was palpable. She was seething with rage and she wanted to bash his
head with a porcin vase.
Business trip her ass. He was probably avoiding her. Perhaps he doesn''t know how to end things with
her that''s why he left. Well, she will finish this stupid affair for him. No more engagement too.
She lost her appetite but her stomach grumbled. The berries look great.
To hell with it! She will stuff her belly until she burst.
***
"Beau, you should be resting." Dinara licked her lips nervously. Lizzie was with her. Both unsure of
what to do.
To say that she had invaded Dominic''s office was an understatement. She basically spent the whole
day in his private domain. To spite him, she has approved every damn proposal at his table. Reviewed
financial reports and sent summaries to his ounting team.
This started five days ago. She was beyond pissed at him. No calls and no texts.
But what she hated the most was she couldn''t eat her damn Nute. She was constantly on edge and
she gets riled at a drop of a hat.