If only her screaming wasn’t so fucking annoying.
Chapter Eight
Katya
I heard the giggling of female voices coming from Nikolai’s room and I groaned into my pillow, remembering last night. I’d almost made the biggest mistake of my life by succumbing to that pig's charms.
God, he would have never let me live it down.
I rolled onto my back and checked the other side of the bed. The guy I’d brought home was still fast asleep and I rolled my eyes at him in irritation and slid out of bed. That was one of the problems with the island resort. You couldn’t just pack your guest away in a cab late at night and be done with things. If I’d asked him to leave after sex, I’d have had to call the concierge and request a late-night ferry and then there’d be an additional surcharge on Father’s bill for an afterhours boat use. I mean, there’d be a charge from going to the main island last night, but it would be obvious if I came back, and then sent the boat to the island again later.
So, the Mr. Average Fuck in my bed had to stay on the island until normal front desk hours.
I pushed my arms into my silk dressing gown and left the room. I needed coffee--strong coffee before I tackled waking him up and ordering him out of my bed.
The condo was dark as I made my way to the small kitchen and made a pot of coffee, before sliding open the balcony doors and leaning against the doorframe. The pop and crackle of the percolator was soothing, as was the scenery. I could almost forget last night.
The sounds of Nik and those girls had been a real buzz kill.
Finally, coffee in hand, I slid on my sunglasses and moved to the patio table to stare out at the rolling ocean and try to make myself relax.
It wasn’t long before I was joined by a tanned beautiful woman. Nik’s conquest. Just the thought made me scowl into my dark roast. It shouldn’t have. How many times had I seen Nik’s sex partners?
“God, this place is gorgeous,” she said, sitting across from me without waiting for an invite. “You’re so lucky,” she prattled on, her voice filled with admiration and I forced a smile, wishing that she’d just go away.
“Thanks,” I snapped, pushing my coffee away angrily, hoping she’d get the idea, but she was oblivious. Maybe Nik had fucked all her brains out. She’d certainly screamed his name loud enough.
Moments later another beauty arrived at her side. Equally as bronzed and perfect as the other and I tried to not look shocked that he’d brought two women back at once.
“You two should make sure to get tested later,” I said, bitterness in my tone.
They looked between themselves and then back to me.
“He has VD,” I whispered conspiratorially and they both laughed, thinking I was joking, but then when I kept my face ultra-serious, they gasped. I grimaced and looked away, satisfied they wouldn’t be coming back for seconds any time soon, and I heard them stand up hurriedly and leave.
The door to the condo opened and closed and I chuckled to myself as I sipped my coffee.
I was just beginning to doze in the early morning sun when Nikolai stormed onto the balcony looking furious. He was only wearing a pair of tight white boxers that emphasized the swell of his cock beneath and the marks on his body from last night’s conquests, but my eyes were drawn to the small cut on his lip that I had made, and my grin grew.
“Morning,” I said cheerfully, before he could say anything to me, “you’re up early.”
“What is it with you and VD, Katya? For fucks sake,” he grumbled, slouching down into the chair opposite me. I chuckled and slid my coffee over to him.
“Calm down,” I said, my tone still playful. “It’s not like you were going to spend another night with them again anyway.”
“You don’t know that,” he grumbled, picking up my cup and drinking from it.
I raised an eyebrow. “Please, the great Alexander and Nikolai’s rules have always beenno woman twice.”
His eyes widened at my words. He’d obviously never realized that I’d heard many of their rules over the years, and I’d taken them to heart. In fact, many of them I used myself. Including this one.
“I need your help,” I said, holding my hand out for my coffee.
He slid it back across, still scowling. His bed hair was out of control, but there was something sexy about it somehow. Maybe it was hearing him with those women last night, imagining hands running through it as he fucked them.
I swallowed and pushed the images away.
“Help?” he snorted on a laugh and stood up, his muscles contracting as he stretched his arms above his head and yawned, and I squeezed my thighs together watching the shadow of his dick in his white boxers. “You’d be fucking lucky.”
