"So how're things going with you?"Jesse asked before taking a sip of his cappuccino.

Fiddling nervously with my coffee muffin I flickered my eyes at him before smiling.

"It's good, I'm a Doctor now, I have a sixteen-year-old daughter and I'm -"

"Daughter?!" Jesse interrupted sounding shocked.

"Yeah, I was married you know but I've recently just gone through a divorce," I announced.

Jesse exhaled nodding his head before apologizing for interrupting me.

"Sorry to hear that," he apologized.

"Oh no it's a-okay, it was my dad who suggested the marriage anyway," I stated. Jesse's jaw clenched staring at me, his lips parted to say something but quickly closed themselves.

"Anyway enough about me what about you?" Trying to get the attention off of me I quickly changed the subject.

"Oh me I'm a Cop now, well a lieutenant, I've also just come back from a job and I recently broke it off with my boyfriend,"

"Boyfriend?!" I queried my mouth agape in shock.

"Yes, I'm gay, I figured you know since we kissed back then when we were kids," Jesse stated, making me blush in embarrassment.

He and Jesse did kiss back then. They were running away from the other guys and had found a secluded area.

That's when Jesse had taken his face and kissed him. Of course, I was shocked but Jesse immediately asked me if I hated it and I told him no so he kissed me again.

That's when it started raining. And we had gone to my house because it was closer. That was the day my dad forbid me from seeing Jesse and beat me until I got the idea.

"Oh," Jesse stared at me furrowing his brow.

"You're not gay?"  he questioned.

Immediately I went to shake my head but the thought of Ivan popped up.

"Um, I don't know?" I answered. Jesse exhaled shaking his head.

"To be honest, Oli, I still haven't forgotten about you over the years, and when I saw you at the store I realized that I explore what you and I had back then," Jesse spoke.

Staring at him silently as I scratched the back of my head, I began cursing myself angrily, I should have bolted when I saw him.

I've already had enough going on with Ivan and I don't wanna burst Jesseʼs bubble but I don't see anything between us but friendship now.

Jesse's eyes studied my expression, his awkward smile dropping into a frown.

"You don't have feelings for me? At all?"

"I-I,"

"Lisichka," a familiar voice called making me tense.

Why is he here? How does he always know where I am?

Immediately Jesse's eyes went to Ivan who stood behind me.

"Oli, you know this guy?" Jesse asked making Ivan's jaw clench.

"Uhh, yes this is my friend, Ivan," Ivan smiled tightly before extending his hand toward Jesse.

I watched as the two shook hands their eyes never leaving each other.

The air was beginning to tense as Ivan's hand gripped Jesse's hands tightly.

"You look very familiar, Mr.Mikhailov," Jesse smiled causing a wide taunting smile to appear on Ivan's lips.

My eyes widen at the realization that I never had said Ivan's last name.

"You know this guy?" I interjected at Jesse who nods his head.

"I'm very familiar with Mr, Mikhailov's work,"

"Isn't that right Mr. Mikhailov?" immediately Ivan's glare went heavily.

"Lisichka," Ivan called making him look up at him. Jesse's brow raised in curiosity before widening as though realizing something.

"Where's Emily?" He questions, remembering the lie I told him I immediately tensed before looking back at Jesse.

" Um, Jesse, me and Ivan have something to discuss-"

"I understand you go, I'll take the bill," Jesse said looking directly at Ivan.

Huh, Weird.

Standing up, and gathering my things I hastily walked past Ivan who threw smug looks at Jesse.

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So...this is awkward.

Ivan and I were standing inside the elevator of our apartment complex

"Alright so about Emily she slept at her friend's place today," I lied feeling the stare of Ivan on me.

"Oliver," Ivan called his voice sounding low and rough.

"I want to show you my place," he started as though ignoring my lie.

I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean we did jerk each other off at my place but going to Ivanʼs place which could be engulfed in his whole aroma.

I don't know if that's smart. I could be cornered by this man.

But I was honestly curious about how his place looked.

Hearing the sound of a button being pressed I looked over to Ivan to see him moving closer to me.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," Ivan growled.

He must have known that I lied.

Shit!

Wait why am I scared it's not like we're in a relationship.

Ding!

"Go in," Ivan ordered. Following his orders inside his apartment, my eyes couldn't help but wonder.

His penthouse was very exquisite, it consist of one color scheme which was black and brown.

Feeling the hit of guilt slipping through I slowly turned around, opening my mouth to apologize when I saw something red peaking from Ivanʼs now open coat.

"I'm sorry I was ly-"

"Ivan?" I called, Ivanʼs eyes immediately met with mine as I just realized that his breathing was heavier than usual.

Quickly rushing over to him I pushed the coat aside revealing the white shirt that he has on was filled with blood from a wound that seemed to be on his lower abdomen.

"Ivan?!" I called his eyelids drooped a bit before he eventually tried taking a step. forward staggering a bit.

"I'm okay," he muttered.

"No, you're not!" I yelled throwing his arms around my neck.

"I just need to sit down for a bit," moving him over to a sofa of his I quickly asked where he kept his first aid kit and he replied that there was one in his pantry.

After he gave me directions to his pantry I hastily got the med kit before rushing back to him.

Ripping his shirt apart I immediately went into doctor mode on treating his wound.

How did he show up at the coffee shop with this wound acting all normal?

It looks like he was stabbed.

How did he get himself in such a predicament?

After stitching him up I looked up at Ivan for answers who only smiled widely in my face.

"How did you get this wound?"

"A job," he only replied

"What kind of job requires you to get stabbed?" I questioned.

"A job that requires me to get stabbed," Ivan chuckled as he answered me.

Nothingʼs funny!

"Why didn't you go to the hospital?! Instead of stalking me to where I was!"

"You're my doctor, " he hummed

"Ivan take this seriously! You could've died or the wound could've worsened!"

"Seriously what do you do for a living?! Everyone keeps saying you're a dangerous man! It seems to be true by the way you're getting such wounds, " I rambled.

"A Russian Mafia boss," Ivan started interrupting me.

Huh?

"What?"

"I'm a Russian mafia boss, Lisichka,"

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