“She owes you an apology,zolotse, and you’re going to get it.”
His eyes harden when they turn back to the woman who’s not looking quite as confident as she was. She shrugs her shoulders and gives me a passing glance. “God, whatever. I’m sorry I insulted you.”
Vasily takes a step closer to her. “Not fucking good enough.”
The hard tone of his voice is enough to make her widen her eyes and start to take this more seriously. This time she meets my eyes and keeps them there.
“I’m sorry I was a bitch to you.”
“Thank you,” I say, fidgeting with the neckline of Vasily’s shirt.
“Now get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.”
She turns and practically runs out the front door while Ilya calls out after her, “I’ll call you an Uber!” and then laughs. “I really am sorry,” he tells us while the redhead gives me a sweet smile and keeps her eyes off Vasily, no doubt trying to ensure that she also doesn’t get kicked out.
After they disappear down the hallway, I ask, “What did you say in Russian?”
“I told him I was going to build another house on the property for him and Andrei to share, maybe a couple of the other guys as well. I’m sick of running into their one-night stands. I can’t ask my men not to fuck, but I’m married now, and that’s not the kind of home I want with you, especially if?—”
He cuts himself off with a slight shake of his head. “I just think this would be best. I’m sorry she was an ass to you. I hate that shit.”
“What were you going to say?”
“It’s nothing, baby.”
I cup his face and hold mine close so he has no choice but to face me. “Please tell me.”
“I don’t know how you feel about kids. I don’t know if you want them or not, but if we do have them, I sure as hell don’t want them to see Ilya’s parade of women.”
I smile and look at my husband. He looks downright nervous, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What are you laughing at?” he asks.
“I’ve just never seen you nervous about anything. It’s downright cute, Vasya.”
“I’m not nervous,” he insists. “I just really hope you want kids because after what I just filled you with, chances are high that we’re going to have one.”
“I didn’t want anything between us. I would’ve stopped you if I’d been worried about it. I just, I don’t know, I really liked the idea of you coming inside me.”
He lets out a soft groan and holds me tighter against him. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever come inside,” he admits. “I couldn’t stand the thought of something between us either. But if you’d rather not take the risk, I understand, baby.”
I lean closer and give his bottom lip a soft nip. “I like you coming inside me.”
He groans and lowers me so I can feel how hard I’m making him. “The only thing that’s stopping me from burying myself inside you again is knowing how badly you need to eat. My god is it tempting, though.”
I smile and laugh when he walks me to the fridge, not wanting to let me go, so he grabs food for us with just one hand and starts heating things up.
“You were a very cute baby, by the way. Katya and Svetlana showed me some of your photo albums.”
He laughs and grabs a couple of plates. “I bet they did.”
“Your mom is very pretty. I loved seeing you and your brothers, too.”
Setting me on the counter, he grabs the dish of chicken and vegetables and puts it in the oven to warm up before coming to stand in front of me again.
“My mom used to be so full of life, but my dad’s death destroyed her in many ways. She’s never been the same since. She prefers to stay at the dacha, and my brothers and I do everything we can to make her as happy and comfortable as possible.” He reaches up to run his finger along my cheek. “I can’t wait for you to meet my brothers. They’re going to love you.”
“I hope so,” I say, already feeling nervous about meeting his family.
