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Kai, as she was still holding the glass without drinking it, carefully pried the bottle from her shaking hands and sat right next to her like he has known her all of his life. He could see the discomfort in her body so her scooched slightly over to give her some space as he downed the rest of the bottle of alcohol. Yuliya was drawn to watching his adam's apple as he swallowed, she wanted strangely to bit it, but the true bite of what was bothering her suddenly rose to the surface.

She couldn't be thinking stuff like this when she didn't know this person well, so she pulled out her phone and opened the app that had her questionable state's origin. "I got your message. I'm not sure I understand what you intend me to do with it. What do you want with me?"

Even though she held the phone out for him to check it out, Kai pushed the phone back into her lap instead of doing what she wanted him to do. "There's nothing to explain. I don't mince words. I say what is needed. It's true and necessary so it doesn't need to be kind."

"But the contents of this message are extremely messed up. You can't just say something like this and walk away. Shouldn't you go to the police or at least procure a psychiatrist for these types of behaviors?"

Kai's eyebrows rose as he scoffed at her expression. He didn't seem to care at all about what her fiancee was doing with his time. Why wasn't he disturbed or even frightened in the least. "It's not complicated. Everyone should have the space to do their vices in private. You not being aware of it is why you should have the message. It's up to you to decide if you're okay with it. I know many women who are alright with their husbands having mistresses, but it's an old way of doing things. Vasko has always been trash with his affairs, it would be nice if you'd leave it at the curb. Then it wouldn't smell so much and affect you."

Yuliya turned off her phone and looked like she wanted to throw something. She pursed her lips as she fought for control. Her thoughts swirled in the vicinity of the very person she couldn't insult as he had brought the truth to her attention no matter how pretty and important he was. As she tried to steady her breathing she could smell the mint and coffee and that strangely homey smell that reminded her of the ocean. Was it sea salt spray maybe? "I know that gamers can be pretty weird with their fetishes because of the Japanese influence having some possibilities. I expected something after meeting him, but I didn't believe that it would be so severe and something that I would need to worry about." Yuliya spoke clearly as she could, but there was a catch in her throat.

"Vasko is no gamer."

"But he can't not be one as he has so many different consoles and games. They're all saran wrapped and labeled. Some of them he has double and triple copies so he can keep one is pristine condition. All the values are on a spreadsheet and there's dust on dust in the back of his warehouse where they're all shoved into."