I furrowed my brow.
Mydesk.
It didn’t seem like my father’s piece of furniture anymore when I’d taken out my anger and energy on pounding her pussy on top of it.
Adrik:I expect more reports while I am away.
Elena:Yes, sir.
Again, I growled.
Adrik:Specialists from our security team will be contacting you as well, to work alongside you on this assignment.
Before she could’ve shot back an obedientyes, sirreply, I added another message.
Adrik:They can help you. You can task them with specific paths of interest. I will spare no expense at getting to the bottom of what you’ve found.
Elena:I understand. Thank you for the directions.
As I looked at my phone now, I frowned and deciphered her words in several ways.
She was grateful for my guidance. That was fine. And I expected as much. She was a people pleaser and she enjoyed having something to sink her teeth into.
But I doubted she understood what really mattered.
She couldn’t possibly comprehend the enormity of what it meant to let me fuck her.
I was going out of town for a few days strictly to get her out of my mind.
She was digging in deep, tormenting me with replays of how she’d sounded when she came, how relaxed she looked when I’d pushed her to come so hard.
Do you?
Do you understand what the fuck is going on here?
Because I sure as hell don’t.
I had no time for the complications of a woman. Even one as wise and sharp, gorgeous and sexy, or hardworking and diligent as Elena was.
Every day, she reported to me with thoroughly worded emails.
Every night, she concluded her progress with text messages.
She was on it, working every day to monitor what Morovov Financials was doing with our accounts, fixing any issues, and investigating this shadow network. Sacha and Igor, the two IT specialists I’d ordered to assist her, also reported with updates that they were working on it. I wasn’t expecting them to babysit her. She didn’t need to be babysat or micromanaged.
And that judgment wasn’t based on anything stupid. I was impartial. I could lean on trusting her, not because I’d had my dick in her but because since she’d been in my custody, she was nothing but loyal.
Lev called me on the third night I was away.
“I had to explain a little more,” he said. “I told her why that name would matter.”
I furrowed my brow, leaning my free hand on the railing of a balcony. We’d been staying as guests with another family—a family unrelated to ours and one that ruled on the otherside of the country. The Rossis were annoying as far as any greasy Italian mobsters went, but they were allies. They’d been impacted that day when Uncle Gregori killed my grandparents and almost killed my father. One of their elders had been at that meeting, and they had interest in the matter.
“You explained why I would be interested in her finding Gregori’s name?” A flicker of annoyance crossed through my mind, but I reined in any angry reaction. Lev wouldn’t sabotage this. He wouldn’t toss out intel for the hell of it.
“Yes. She had been searching for more information about him, and she wondered if it was a fake name or identity. Sacha and Igor tried not to divulge too many details, as you’d requested, but I could tell that she was thinking one step ahead. It didn’t seem right to ask her to look for a ghost when she wouldn’t know that hewouldbe a ghost.”
I supposed that was fair enough.
