“Fortunately for Russia, their women seem to have a little more self-respect than to drop their clothes for a man they hate. Guess I needed a change of scenery.” Anger flashed in her eyes. As soon as I stepped into the hall, a thunk hit the door before I could pull it closed. I gritted my teeth. She’d thrown her goddamn shoe at me. “If I didn’t already know you’re a fucked-up bastard and like pain, I’d be making your face a lot less pretty right now.” Funny that we were both thinking about each other’s faces. Just the sight of his pissed me off.
he didn't say that!!!!!!
