Chapter 39: Chapter 39
Ever dashing in my three piece poker pant suit sauntering alongside Elijah who laces our fingers together walking to the awaiting black jet. My strap heel echoes in the private strip, his men scattered everywhere on alert but his personal bodyguards, Ivan and Kirill walk behind us with the bags as we board the jet. The champagne decorated interior radiates a soothing relief to my eyes admiring the beautiful plane, Elijah guides me to sit down bending on a knee to my front unknotting my shoes while massaging each feet. Aww, can he be anymore cute? I chuckle unaware snapping his sexy face to me looking at me questionably.
"What is funny princess?" Shaking my head at the verge of bursting out in giggles, he pause looking solely at me watching him act much more cuter with his brows perking up fixing a poker face.
"Nothing." Is my curt reply trying to hold the huge ball of laughter building up.
"Here, is it much better?" He questions looking down at my feet in his hand then at me. Smiling ear to ear, a shitty grin appears on my face hearing as he grunt standing up with my
eyes following him.
"I guess so." His lips twitch for a slight second in amusement before it went back stoic giving an order in Russian. As much as I enjoy the cute fatherly Russian, I will forever remain loyal to the dominant King which was what attracted me to the pale sexy brute watching his mouth path in movements as sweet Russian fly out of his lips fluently with his men going about to the orders given. Lost for a moment there, I forget to notice his eyes flits to me staring lustfully at his lips. A heavy blush falls on my cheeks, staining my neck at being caught in the act. He smiles occupying the empty seat in front of me picking my legs up placing them carefully on his manly thighs. It's funny watching the boss issue out commands when having the legs of his Queen sitting comfortable on him, sometime I believe he doesn't care what his men think of him in times like this because Elijah is ready to put a bullet to anyone who indirectly questions his authority.
I couldn't help my hazels that admire the man sitting like a demi god. His index tucked under his chin while talking to Kirill as the other free hand continues to massage my feet. The top four buttons of his black dress shirt left undone showing off his tattoos and rock body. His hair ruffled on top of his head still yet looking more handsome than ever; legs spread slightly open in a relax stance where my eye meets the dick hidden behind his pants, my legs itching to graze the part of his pants but I restrict myself living on the vivid imagination of what it will be if I could unbuckle his belt and suck him off. That will truly be epic given that I haven't been supplied my daily dick treatments in like forever.
"...onia? Sonia? Nia?" Snapping me out of my lewd thoughts.
"Huh?" Biting my lips unknowingly wanting to dismiss the lewd imaginations as quickly as possible.
"You have a drool here." His index emphasize to his lips, gasping in shock my hand flies to my face to confirm just to see the naughty grin sitting on his face. Huffing at his clearly amused face, I smack his thigh with my feet causing him to laugh out and I couldn't help the sweet smile on my face.
"Funny." I muse.
Watching him toy with his champagne filled glass looking at me as I watch him. Our eyes
fighting a battle to see who blinks first amused grins sitting in our faces, suddenly his gaze darts to my cleavage looking heatedly at my bosom crossing a leg over the other not faltering his heated gaze. I watch his index play with the rim of the glass dipping inside getting it all wet still looking at me heatedly, I begin to squirm watching the finger lift to his lips sucking it in. I blink, panting hard.
"That's not fair." He chuckles fixing himself as Ivan brought in a tray of... Ok I am ready to murder someone glaring disdainfully at Elijah's poker face who takes out a forbes magazine from the drawer paying attention to it not minding me one bit. My lips begins to wobble.
I need food and this is not food, this is grass or did he forget I am italian. We love our pastry, beef, sweet savory goodness. Not this.
"Eat." He commands flipping to the next page taking my eyes to the green in front of me.
"Once you are done glaring at me or your food start eating and take your vitamins after that, we don't want no unhealthy Prince. Now eat and stop sulking. We have a long flight ahead of us." Flipping to another page like he got no worries in the world especially his starved pregnant fiancee.
It's official...I hate father Elijah.
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"Nia? Hey, wake up." Soft kisses rouse me up, once, twice, my eyes blink open the first sight meeting his grin.
"Have we arrived?" Sitting up straight, he picks my jacket in his arms as we walk out of the cockpit.
"Yes." Kissing my hair.
This isn't New York or Miami, so where are we? "Where are we?"
"Atlanta. New York is compromised and Miami is not the safest place for you."
Once in the car. "You have a safe house here? Is that where we are driving to?"
"In all the major cities of every country and no, there is only one place I can make sure you are safe and it's not my safe house but that of a family."
Alarmed. "You have a family? And I am just finding out about the person now." Silence welcomes me.
"Elijah, I am talking to you. Elijah? Elijah?" What is wrong with him? How does he feel normal not telling about his family aside his brother. Or doesn't he want me the meet the rest of the Ivanov empire?
"We are here." He says monotonously causing my eyes to roll giving up on the fight which has already been won by him. It is a glass house, fully open sitting in the woods. What is wrong with these Russian and the woods? Are they some kind of wolf that turn at night or something? Because I see no reason why you will leave the city to have a house in the middle of nowhere.
"In here son." Someone shouts the moment we walk through the doors.
"Son?" Looking at him questionable getting no response from him. We walk further into the foyer where he made me sit leaving me alone in search for the strange man's voice. Wanting to distract myself from the annoying Russian assessing each decor of the room I am in.
Polished, poise, sophisticated and rich wood ooze if not screams in this property.
"You know I don't trust those bastards out there and her bump just started showing." Elijah's harsh voice distracts me.
"Where is she?" The strangers asks and then I hear nothing. Soon Russian dialect is spoken but I could not understand past the last two statements. Straining my ears to hear more while acting cool and composed until sounds of footsteps snaps my gaze towards the direction it had more heavy steps revealing the two men. One familiar and the other very much familiar to my surprise.
"Mr Viktor? Ho-how?" Eyes flitting between Elijah and my former, omg this is his Uncle? Catching the slight resemblance.
"Do you two know each other?" Elijah asks glaring at me.
"She is the girl I told you about." Remember once upon a time I wanted to fuck my sexy Russian boss. Well, this is he looking at me.
"I worked as a waitress in his diner before moving to Miami. He was my boss." A dark stormy cloud covers Elijah's face glaring hard at me. Not again.