“Leave.” She blinked, confused, and I barked again, “Blyat, leave!” She quickly picked up her jacket and ran to the headquarters as my hands clenched into fists.
Congratulations to me for losing my virginity to some whore in the stables.
Rosa
The sunset’s light slipping through the balcony as the curtains flew in different directions was a nice way to wake up. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I rose in bed and stretched my upper body. My muscles ached from the still poses and sexy activity from earlier, as a shiver went down my spine remembering the heat of his embraces and our orgasms.
Goose bumps ran across my naked flesh. I pressed the sheet to my chest, the rough fabric scratching my sensitive nipples. Padding softly from the room, my toes curled into the white carpet and my eyes searched for any sight of Dominic, but the apartment wing seemed empty.
Frowning, I picked up a bottle of water from the small, round table near the couch and opened the lid, enjoying the cooling sensation it provided for my dry mouth. The loud ringing of a phone made me choke on my drink, as it sounded more like a freaking fire alarm. Walking quickly to it, I answered, out of breath, “Hello?”
A pause greeted me, and I thought the line was disconnected, when a husky, deep voice replied, “Just what were you doing,krasavica, that you are breathless?”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as memories of last night washed over me like an overpowering wave. “Rushing to take your call.”
He chuckled, making me smile. “I do like that.”
“Why aren’t you here with me?” Not that I was a needy girlfriend or anything, but I hoped our first official morning together, he’d be here by my side.
“Important business, couldn't not go.” His voice was colored in remorse, but I understood.
“Oh, I see.” Although I secretly wondered if it was an indication of the future. With me at night, but out doing business during the day? He must have heard disappointment in my voice, because he was quick to reassure me. “Just for few hours. Local gangs need a reminder who rules here.” His words shouldn't have the power to turn me on, but somehow they did. There was something seriously wrong with me, but it was hard to care when the man in question ruled your sanity. “Then I can show you Moscow at nighttime. You’ve never been here before, right?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Then you’ll discover it with me,” he said happily, and my heart warmed. “As for now, Michael waits for you outside the door. He’ll take you for a late lunch, and you can pass the time however you wish.” I barely contained the laughter threatening to spill from my lips. Passing time was impossible in here. What would I do, drink myself to sleep again?
Instead, I murmured, “Sure.” And after assuring me he’d come soon, he hung up.
Dragging my feet back to the room, I dashed to the bathroom where the sheet fell to the cold, black tile as my foot stepped into the shower stall. The showerhead rested just above me, wide with huge holes while two smaller ones pointed out from the side, giving a whole tropical experience. Adjusting the temperature to hot—I simply couldn't stand cold water, even if it helped to keep skin younger or could be refreshing—I groaned in pleasure as jets of water relaxed my shoulders and neck and warmed my shivering body. Was the AC running even in the bathroom, for crying out loud?
Soaping myself up with shower gel, I wondered about my dad and his well-being right then. Dominic promised me I could call him once he considered it safe, but the inability to contact him created a hopeless hole inside me, which gave me a headache.
So much for relaxing. Once I was done washing, to my surprise, the water still stayed hot. I turned it off and toweled myself dry. I found body cream on the counter. Biting my lower lip, I looked around and noticed all the female necessities, coincidentally, were the brands I used back home. Also, the towels and robes were in my favorite color, baby blue. Glancing briefly at my reflection in the foggy mirror, I strolled to the closet and opened it wide. Different kinds of dresses, shoes, and jeans came into view, all with size tags fitting me.
I seriously needed to speak with my Russian about buying me clothes without consulting me first. Although in that moment, I was grateful for them, since the whole kidnapping thing didn't allow much time for packing, not that he’d hear a thank you from me.
Tracing my index finger along the hangers, my mind settled on a floral off-the-shoulder midi dress that ended slightly below my knees. Deciding to leave my ebony hair down, I applied minimal makeup and, with a bright smile, emerged from the room. I almost bumped chests with Michael, who held a glass of orange juice in his hand, ice cubes clinking with each other inside the glass from the impact. He scanned my body from head to toe and smirked. “Going for the kill, huh?”
I just rolled my eyes, snatched the glass from him, and groaned in relief as my dry throat received a cooling drink. “Thanks.”
He shrugged, walking in step with me. “I actually feel guilty over yesterday’s misunderstanding. Kostya is just stupid,” he muttered, frowning.
A giggle escaped my mouth. “I think everyone established that small fact yesterday.” Gulping more, I asked, “So… lunch?”
He nodded. “We’ll eat in the main dining room.”
I had a peek in there when I searched my way back to the bar. A rectangular table filled almost the whole room, with a crystal and gold chandelier glittering under the bright sunlight. Red and gold dominated the colors, but even with expensive porcelain and furniture, goose bumps ran through me at the thought of dining there. I bet all major business deals with criminals were handled there. Thanks, but no thanks. “Can we eat somewhere else? I’m going to lose my appetite before I even start in there.”
“Sure, but that leaves only the bar, I’m afraid.” Raising my brows in surprise, I held his hand as we walked down the stairs. These damn wedges. “No other place to eat in this entire mansion?”
“Nope. Guys usually eat in either the kitchen, dining room, or the bar. Dom eats in his office, unless he has a meeting. So yeah, I can order Larisa to bring your food upstairs if you want.”
“Who is Larisa? And the bar is fine. I’ll go crazy sitting alone for twenty-four hours.”
Michael nudged my shoulder. “You weren't even alone for four hours. Miss the guy already, huh?”
My cheeks heated as my breath quickened. “Yeah? Well, how about you? Whenever my man leaves, yours does too.”
