Digging my nails into his shoulder, I tried to shift him up, but he wouldn't budge and sent me an annoyed glance. “Let me pleasure you first,krasivoglazaya.”
“Radmir, please, I have no patience for foreplay.” If he didn't enter me right that second, I’d go insane from need.
He rose up, placing his hands under my shoulders while he gave me a deep kiss, and then we both breathed heavily with the tip of his cock nestled at my entrance. “I love you, Vivian. I wouldn't change all the shit we went through, so long as it meant ending up here, right now with you.” A single tear ran down my cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. That was my man, declaring his feelings but always with wordshitin it. But to me, those were the most romantic words I’d ever heard.
“I love you too, babe,” I whispered into his ear while he entered me gently, and for a long time, there was nothing but moans and pleasure present on the yacht.
Michael was right after all. This life was one wonderful gift that I’d cherish for the rest of my life.
Twenty Years Later
Vivian
“Chill, Dad,” Octavia said, while popping another grape in her mouth, and I barely restrained myself from bursting with laughter noticing Radmir’s grim expression. He still couldn't get used to the fact she stopped calling himpapochka,which meant daddy in Russian, and shifted to dad, because it sounded cooler. She didn't want to be perceived as weak—or that was the excuse she had given him.
Anyhow, Radmir was not pleased.
“Don’t tell me to chill,lastochka,” he warned, throwing the morning paper on the chair and pointing a finger at her. “We had an agreement.”
Octavia rolled her eyes, putting more Nutella on her toast and hastily drinking her tea right before answering, “And I’m sticking to it. I’ll just finish my business degree in three years, instead of two. That’s all. No big deal.” She took a generous bite out of it, chewing loudly, and I shook my head while pouring tea into my thermos, as I had to be in the gallery in an hour.
We currently resided in our Manhattan penthouse, because I had an important show to run for a few weeks. We bought it at first to use for our trips back here, but then the kids grew up and wanted to study in New York. So they just ended up living here. Jake moved out two years ago; he lived in a smaller apartment, claiming he wanted to do it on his own, and we respected that decision. We tried not to interfere much in their lives, because freedom was an important aspect of them growing into the people they wanted to be.
Of course, that was my reasoning. My stubborn husband still kept tabs on them with weekly reports. There was just no reasoning with him regarding those.
While Radmir dreamed about his little girl that he would spoil all the freaking time, he didn't expect her to end up loving cars, her second nature, and dreaming about opening her own mechanic shop where she’d spend days with them. She’d fallen in love with his collection back in Russia, and when she was little, he’d buy her all those expensive collection pieces of model cars, and she’d keep them on her shelves and admire them. She read all the books on the subject, and by the age of thirteen, she knew more about cars than any man in the Bratva. By the age of fifteen, she came up with a business plan, but Radmir refused to agree to it. In his head, she had all opportunities in the world. Why would she even want to be a mechanic? While she cried and slammed doors loudly, coming up with ways for him to agree, I understood where his concern came from. It had nothing to do with disrespecting the profession, but his mother and how she dreamed of big things but never got the chance to experience them.
Finally, he caved, but she promised to finish her degree first. She agreed, but a few months ago, she found a job at a shop and spent her days there. Her boss decided to give her a full-time job, and she jumped on the opportunity, wanting hands-on experience.
“First, one year, then what? No degree at all?” Radmir bellowed, while Octavia didn't even flinch. She just stared at him with a stubborn expression on her face, clearly not budging at all. They were quite the pair, although they shared no physical traits whatsoever. She was all me with her vivid blue eyes, brown locks that she recently cut into a short bob since her hair got in the way of her work, and a body she covered up with jeans and T-shirts. She loved dressing up, but not for work. All in all, I was freaking proud of my girl.
“Radmir.” My voice snapped his attention to me, and he exhaled heavily.
Then he wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her closer to him, into the crook of his arm, while she smiled brightly. “I love you,lastochka. Always remember that. But I swear to God, you will finish this degree.”
She hugged him closer and giggled loudly. “Of course,papochka.” He immediately softened. The little sneaky vixen knew what she was doing.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed I only had thirty minutes left and came closer to the table. I gave Octavia a light kiss on the head as she rose to meet me halfway, and I then leaned down to kiss Radmir, who instead placed me on his lap while our daughter groaned.
“Really, people. No kissing in the house. Dad invented the rule.”
He sent her a stern look. “That rule only applies to you.” Then he gave me a soft kiss. “Have a nice day,krasivoglazaya. I’ll pick you up in few hours.” Nodding, I was about to get up, when the elevator to the penthouse dinged loudly and Artur entered the apartment, holding a box of donuts in his hands.
“Hey,malishka, I stopped by your favorite place and thought about—” His voice halted as he noticed us and he froze in place, while Radmir tensed next to me as we shared a look with Octavia. She cast her eyes down, exhaled heavily, and then quickly got up to stand next to Artur.
“Thanks, you’re such a good friend.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “My parents are here! Who would have thought, huh? Came this time without calling!” She almost shouted the last part, but for whose benefit, I had no clue. Even strangers could see she was lying, so it was hilarious that she bothered with us.
Artur held Radmir’s stare then cleared his throat and wrapped his hand around Octavia’s waist while she tried to get away, but he said, “Stop.” She listened at once, swallowing loudly as he addressed us. “We are together. For a year now. You accept it or not, this is going to happen. I mean no disrespect, sovietnik.” He pushed his glasses higher on his nose while Radmir stayed silent.
Artur was Yuri and Melissa’s son, and he studied engineering at Columbia University, planning to work with oil corporations in the future. He mostly stayed silent, never engaging in fights or discussions. Most people found him boring, but there were flashes of something in his eyes… which bothered me a lot. The only time his gaze ever softened was when he looked at Octavia. She was the only one who evoked emotion in him. They had been inseparable most of their lives, since they had only a few months between them. Best friends since kids, and while we women suspected it would transfer to something more, the men probably didn't see it coming.
“Fine,” Radmir suddenly said, and then pushed me up gently. “You’ll be late,krasivoglazaya. Go. The kids have some explaining to do.” He chuckled as I winked at him. Yeah, he was an alpha male who protected his kids. But he wouldn't stand in the way of their happiness, and it warmed my heart that he didn't go into hysterics.
Picking up my mug, I patted Artur on the head. “See you kids later.”
Finally entering the elevator, I wondered what the hell my older child was doing, when my phone ran loudly, and I noticed the caller ID.
Why would Konstanciya call me this late from Russia?
