Chapter 36: Chapter 36

"Stop!!!"

"I mean it stop laughing babes." She continues laughing to the detriment of my plight irking me of cause further. "You know what, bye." This time I heard something if not someone crashing while she laughs louder. My brows furrow glaring at the image of her clearly enjoying my irritation.

"Bye E-rebel-LLA." Which in meaning I'm trying to call her a rebel in which fact proves she is. I am beyond frustrated about the fact Elijah have me on lockdown, I might as well call this quarantine zone because I can't even take a sneeze without him given me that eye. How he went from sexy hunkahunk to father of the year is very alarming; the zealousness shocking to say the least. Crazy how I almost lost it the other night by grabbing his pants and asking where the fuck my Elijah is. But that will truly make me look crazy in his eyes. I refrianed because I am this close to losing my mind and trust me it's not funny. Let us not go to the fact he went from sexy boytoy to over cautious soon to be husband. Did I also tell you we haven't been having sex? Yup, he cut that off too.

For crying out loud I am his pregnant hormonal fiancee with restrictions on my dick. Yes, it is my dick...that I cannot have.

I'm angry, pissed, frustrated and above all horny. I'm having the worst of days right now. I miss the Elijah who slams me on a wall fucking my brains out, sliding and thrusting my wet ass pussy. The Elijah who spread me eagle sucking and slurping my dripping pussy, the Elijah that takes my pleasure as his utmost satisfaction. I can't even suck a dick. It's that bad.

After sulking for as long as I can't remember in our room my soft feet pads on the wooden floor looking for any means to escape my Russian babysitters that I thought is successful till a voice causes me to yelp in fright. "And where do you think you are sneaking off to?" The deep green eyes eyed me in scrutiny. Busted.

I change directions to the space-out room he sits, sighing defeatedly.

"It's my house Alexei and I don't sneak about. I only want to make sure I'm not developing signs of claustrophobia due to staying locked in this house." Glaring accusingly at him looking amused about my situation. Like he sits at the bar sipping whatever out of the glass with lips twitched upwards watching me vent my anger on a poor throw pillow I slammed over and over again before comfortably lying it on my back to get comfortable on the couch and free from back ache.

"Have you eaten? Had your vitamins?" He says, and I groan loudly.

"Ugh I hate you, I hope you know that." Dropping his glass giving me his full attention. "You are not my doctor Alexei so stop pestering me with that." Crossing his hands akimbo, he looks at me with blank interest squaring my gaze with his skin crawling piercing greens.

"Fine." Waving my hands in the air. If I am to be locked here I might as well get myself comfortable in case I likely fall asleep. Closing my eyes lying on the plush couch, feet padding about has me peeking an eye open catching him watching me in curiosity with a tad bit of amusement.

"Come with me." Eyes opens fully but sceptical plopping on my elbows.

"To?" He laughs.

"You seem bored and I want to ease your..." He brows scrunch in a cute way and I guess he is looking for the right choice of word. Chuckling, he looks at me grinning.

"Okay." Sitting up, a loud bell went off in my head. "Wait? No, no, no." Shaking my head, he looks at me questionably. "I hope it's not one of those torture scenes again? Your nephew and I can only take about this much." Emphasizing with my index and thumb.

"Oh! No! None of that." Why don't I believe him.

"Alexei?" Grinning like his psychotic, deranged, supposed to be locked up in the highest facility smirk, he walks out of the doors having me rethink following him.

"You coming or not?" Yup. I will regret this. Watching the deranged brother and his heavy Russian accent indirectly taunts me as he walk towards his Audi.

Pray for me.

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After sitting or waiting or, I am really confused what we are doing here aside dinning inside one of the Russian expensive yachts and two books sitting on the table, I pry. "Who are we waiting for?" Brushing my hair out of my face enjoying the sun bathing my expose skin.

"Right on time." He says snapping my gaze to follow the line of his sight on a speed boat. It became quite as the man came onto the yacht eyeing me first before rambling on his tardiness and the wind picking up. Meanwhile, Alexei all this time is silent to my surprise looking bored like there's no meaning to the man's words.

"Sonia?" That crazy grin came back. "Can you help me check these two accounts and tell me what's wrong?" Immediately he said those words, the man in front of us begins to fidget eyeing both books and myself but never the Russian. Alexei went back to his casual stance that if you weren't paying close attention, you will believe he did not say a word neither did he plan on getting loco in the next seconds.

"Okay." Reaching for both books telling the nervous man to have his seat as I went through the books.

"This is Vladimir's woman and she is very good at everything I can applaud her for." Picking up a fork on the table he begins to wipe at it with profound interest. I took my mind back to the horribly made account and missing transactions. I haven't gone past the first page where millions of euros are missing from it.

"Alexei? Money is missing from..."

He cuts me off laughing out. "Just the right words I am waiting for." The man looks like he is about to pee on himself but refusing not to give anything away causing Alexei to laugh calling the chef waiting on standby.

"I-I can explain Alexei." Stuttering, giving a humorless laugh, Alexei laughs back. Three plates are placed in front of us, Alexei telling the man to eat which he did. Looking down to my plate green welcomes me, to my annoyance Alexei's grin grows wider looking at me eyeing his juicy mouth watering steak.

Oh! He loves my state and I hate Elijah for putting me under his care. My Ivan and Kirill will at least take pity on their boss madam. Sadly, not the psycho brother.

It was silence for a moment and I begin to wonder if the hot therapist actually changed the Russian sitting right next to me from his love for blood. Now I really need to see this woman who change Alex... Choking sounds distracts me.

Horrified, the man eating starts coughing bloods, his eyes goes red and his breathing harsh. In the matter of seconds the man falls face down unmoving. Omg! I think he is dead. Still yet Alexei eats his food like someone wasn't coughing blood or lying dead on the table. The crazy psycho hums happily to himself eating while I stare in shock. A phone suddenly goes off. He speaks to the caller in Russian.

"Elijah is on his way." He reports.

"I think I'm going to puke." Blurting out of the blue.

Turning, he looks genuinely concerned for me drawing closer inspecting my face. "Sonia? Look at me. Are you okay? Is it the baby? I need you to tell me what's wrong so I can fix it?" Bombarding me with questions, a new shock sitting on my face. I just watch someone die as he eats like the scene didn't take place and now he is being extremely worried. Is he nuts or what? Of course I am not okay!

"What did you do to him?" Relaxing back after sensing no sign of danger. He reaches for the glass of water gulping down, sighing delightful, he lace his fingers fixing the hands behind his head watching as his men picked the dead body throwing it into the water.

"Something I am good at." Looking at me in that sadistic smirk having me wish I did sit my ass at the beach home.