Chapter 116
JAIME'S POV.
I looked out the window and saw it was snowing heavily. The snowflakes seemed to turn and fall like confetti. The morning would definitely be dull and gloomy.
Katsha couldn't have left, so I dialed her number.
She picked up on the third ring.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"In the living room."
"Nikolaj and Georgia?"
"In the kitchen."
"Damn them. Well, I need you."
"For what exactly?" she asked, her tone sounding hard.
"I'm not telling you to sleep with me. I want information. Come up to my room," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I'll be there," she replied and ended the call.
"You are mine, Georgia. Mine and no one else's," I said, pouring myself wine. "We're going to end up marrying, and I'll find a way to convince you that I'm the best for you." I picked up my glass, looking at it as if it were Georgia.
