The bed creaked under the strength of his thrust.
He ran his tongue across his lips and grabbed the girl’s hair roughly in his fist, making her moan.
The room was filled with her moans, his groans, and the flesh slapping against each other.
He chuckled and pushed her face down into the cushions.
“Too loud.” He groaned as the pleasure raked through his body.
He spanked her cheek, making her jump as she pushed her hips back, asking for more.
“Such a whore.” He smirked and spanked her again, going faster as he approached his release, and just as he was about to lose it all, his phone, which was resting on the bedside table, began ringing.
He groaned and ignored the call.
The bliss he was approaching was the most he looked forward to.
“Ahhh!” He groaned and threw his head back.
Sweat beads rolling down his tattooed body.
The girl has already released more than he could count, but this time she didn’t approach her release, and he couldn’t care less.
He pulled out and lightly spanked her cheek again before moving away.
The phone stopped ringing just as he reached for his cigarettes.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he lit up the cigarette between his lips and took a deep inhale.
As soon as he let the smoke out, his body reached the ultimate level of relief for him, but the phone began ringing again.
“Tsk!” He grabbed the phone, and his eyes narrowed.
“Sergei…” He whispered under his breath.
The girl behind moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso and resting her chin on his shoulder.
“Who’s that?” She asked, but he ignored her and picked up the call.
“Yes?” He asked.
“Where were you?” Sergei asked, his voice commanding enough to make one shiver, but he didn’t even blink.
“In your club.” He answered nonchalantly.
“What the hell are you doing there?” Sergei asked.
“Fucking, of course.” He smirked.
There was a little silence before Sergei spoke again.
“Michael Petrov…you should be at work.” Sergei’s voice was rich with controlled anger.
He sounded like he was on the verge of snapping.
“Work?
You mean eyeing those Rogov’s all the time.
Damn, that’s been an eyesore.” Michael complained.
He was bored.
He needed to do something fun.
He took a puff of his cigarette.
“I pay you for that.”
Michael chuckled, letting the smoke out.
“Of course, you do…but you know…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowing.
“Know what?”
“Keeping an eye on your princess was much more fun.” His eyes glinted with mischief. This story is hosted at g.com.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and maybe that’s how he survived by stepping on other people’s nerves.
Silence stretched like his smirk.
“Oh no, no, don’t worry.
I’m not interested in someone ten years younger than me.” He chuckled, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette.
“Be glad you’re not here, I would’ve pulled that tongue out of your damn mouth.” Michael chuckled at Sergei’s words.
He almost choked on the smoke.
He knew how to get on Sergei’s nerves.
Just talk about his little princess.
“Oops, my bad.”
“Get back to work.” He commanded and dropped the call.
Michael sighed and threw his phone aside.
“Are you leaving?
What about another round?” The girl tightened her grip on him.
“Go for another dick.” Michael stood up and began to put on his clothes.
He was getting back in his role.
“Yours is the best.” The girl said seductively, making him smirk.
He moved closer to her and grabbed her jaw.
“You know how to flirt, but sadly, it isn’t working for now.” He let go of her, grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the room.
The music buzzing in the club began to buzz in his head as well.
……
Michael stared up at the Rogov mansion.
He found himself stuck in this boring routine for a while now, but owed Sergei a lot to deny him, and according to Sergei, Michael was the best in his job.
Michael crushed his sixth cigarette of the day beneath his feet and began to make his way towards the mansion.
Just then, the door opened and a woman walked outside.
She was tall, had long ash brown hair.
A long coat rested on her shoulders.
She carried herself with a grace so magnetic, it got heads turning.
She was no one other than Anna Volkov, the daughter of Ilya Volkov.
Michael stared at her as she descended the stairs in her long branded heels, but the moment she passed by him, he saw tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.
He didn’t blink, didn’t move, just watched her get inside her BMW and roll out of the mansion.
He scoffed.
“Women can be so emotional.” He whispered under his breath and looked up at the mansion before looking back at the doors through which she had just left.
A smirk curved up on his lips.
“The bride in distress.”
******
ZARYA ROGOV
I peeked inside his room and found the little one sitting on the chair once again.
He was drawing something with his tongue sticking out since he was too focused.
His head snapped in my direction.
His innocent eyes took me in.
“May I come in?” I asked, and he looked down at his drawing and then back at me before nodding.
Such a polite child, unlike his father.
I entered and walked up to him.
He was drawing a car.
“I see…that’s what you are drawing.” I licked my dried lips.
I wasn’t sure how I should interact with him.
I rarely ever interacted with a child before.
He nods.
“Um…go on, keep drawing,” I said softly.
He went back to his drawing, so I straightened up and looked around his room.
He had a lot of car toys, guess he likes cars.
I saw a picture frame of him and Sergei on the bedside table.
It looked so out of place in this room.
I sighed and looked back at him.
Suddenly, a knock on the door had our heads turning towards the source.
I saw Irina standing there with a glass of milk in her hand.
She looked at me from head to toe before moving towards Lev.
She acted like I didn’t exist, just like her father.
Not that I cared.
I watched how she ruffled his hair and handed him the glass.
Hmm…
Something about her was truly off, but what?
While Lev was drinking, she straightened up and turned towards me.
At first, she acted like I didn’t exist, and now she was eyeing me like I had to pay her debt.
Without a word, she forwarded me a paper.
I slightly frowned, looking down at the paper and then back at her.
“Please take it.” The fake softness in her tone made my ears twitch.
I grabbed the paper, and just then Lev finished drinking.
She patted his back, glanced at me, and walked out of the room.
My frown only deepened as I unfolded the paper, and what I read next…had my eyes slightly widening.
“I’m your father’s spy in Morozov’s mansion.
I can help you two reconnect.”