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Chapter Seventeen
Santos
Eset and I made love through the night—three whole times. The first and second times, I was slow and passionate with her because I didn’t want to cause her any unnecessary pain… but by the third time, I was finding it difficult to hold myself back. She’s beautiful as can be, inside and out, and I’m damn lucky to call her my wife.
She’s in the shower right now, getting ready for the day, and she had Goran go fetch my bags from my room and bring them to the penthouse. I’ve already showered, and I’m changed into my suit for the day. It’s not nearly as posh as the one I was in last night, but it does look damn good. It’s a black suit jacket and matching pants, with a light green dress shirt and a black tie.
We’re supposed to meet Ruslan, Nazyr, and Lom at the secure location below the parking garage in about an hour. Eset doesn’t know it, but I already placed an order for room service, so our breakfast will be here by the time she gets out of the shower. I’ve ordered two eggs Benedict, two waffles, an array of fruit, and muffins in case Eset doesn’t want anything else I’ve ordered. I also have two cups of coffee coming, as well as orange juice.
There’s a knock on the penthouse suite’s door, and I walk over and open it, only to see Goran with a cart. “I told the hotel worker they could go,” he states, and I don’t bother saying a damn thing as he comes inside. He pushes it past the couches, over to where the small breakfast table is, and as he’s getting ready to leave, Eset walks out with wet hair in nothing but a towel.
Goran’s eyes linger a little longer than I’m okay with, so I clear my throat, and Goran begins to leave the suite. I walk him out and shut the door behind him. I will never like that man. There isn’t one bit of me that ever will, and I’m certain of it.
“You got breakfast?” Eset raises her brows in question.
“I did. I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I got a bit of everything, as you can tell.”
Eset laughs in a carefree manner. “I can see that.” She goes and takes a seat at the table, and I begin taking the metal tins off the food, giving her waffles and the eggs Benedict first. I place the coffee and orange juice in front of her and then put the bowl of fruit and muffins on the table as well. After she has all her cutlery, I grab my own dishes and place them down in front of where I’ll be sitting. “Thank you for ordering. I was worried we’d be pressed for time by the time I was done getting ready.”
“It’s no problem. I’m starving, so I figured you’d be hungry as well. All the sex we’ve been having has really done me in,” I explain as I take my fork and scoop up a bite of the eggs Benedict. It’s cooked to perfection, and I can’t wait to eat more of it. I begin annihilating my food before my wife, and she giggles. She’s never seen me eat like this before, and while I’m not a behemoth, I am quite hungry.
“I don’t feel like that’s a complaint. If anything, it’s a compliment.”
“Oh, it is. Don’t take it any other way.” I stare at her for a few moments, and there’s a glimmer in her eye. One I want to keep seeing. The two of us are bonding through the sex we had, and I didn’t think it would happen, but I’m enjoying it. I’m enjoying every bit of getting to know this woman better.
By the time I’m done, Eset has eaten half of everything in front of her. It looks like she was hungry as well. She rises from the table, taking her cup of coffee as she does so. “I need to go and finish getting ready. I texted you Ruslan’s number. Can you let him know we’ll be there in about forty minutes?”
“I sure can,” I tell my wife, and she walks off back into the bedroom. Only a few moments later, I hear the blow dryer turning on.
I pull out my phone and send Ruslan a text, letting him know exactly what Eset wanted me to tell him. Within a couple of minutes, I have a generic text back from him saying, “okay”.
Time flies by, and Eset comes out of the bedroom in a powerhouse business suit, with thick black heels and a black crossbody bag thrown around her. This woman could’ve been a supermodel, I swear.
“Are you ready?” Eset asks me, and I nod.
“Sure am. Let’s get going,” I say to her, and she comes up by my side, looping her arm through mine, which I find surprising… but I’m not complaining in the slightest. The two of us are getting along more and more, and I don’t think I’m foolish in thinking that we’re growing quite attached to each other. In fact, I think we’re becoming a solid couple, and I’m really starting to believe our marriage will last for years to come.
Eset and I walk past Goran as we head to the elevators, and I know his eyes are pinned on her. The second we’re in the elevators and the doors close, I glance down at her. “What is it, Santos?” Eset cocks a brow, acting a tad bit irritated, but I know it’s only a ruse.
“What is it with him? He’s always staring at you, eye-fucking you. I know you thought I was a bit nuts in the beginning, but you have to see it for what it is.”
Eset shrugs. “He could have a harmless crush, but it doesn’t even matter. I’m a married woman, and that’s that.”
“How can you trust a man to protect you who wants you as his own? Don’t you think there will be other problems that arise in that situation?” What I’m asking here isn’t anything too far-fetched. Goran has proven he’s attached to Eset, and I’m positive he’s not happy about her marriage at all.
“Goran has a job, and he will do his job. Whether he wants me or not is irrelevant because I cannot be his. I’m a married woman now, and my priorities are set in stone. Nothing will ever change that.” The more Eset speaks, the more I’m curious about the situation surrounding the assassination attempt last night. I don’t speak my concerns out loud, but I will bring them up sometime soon.
We leave the Dorchester and head into the attached parking garage, where the car I’ve rented for the next few days is in the parking spot. I unlock the car and settle Eset in first, and then get behind the wheel. Luckily, I have a really good memory, so I remember how to get to Club X’s London location.
We head down the streets, and within twenty minutes, we’re pulling into the parking garage, getting out of the car, walking over to the elevators, and awaiting the elevator doors to open. “Are you nervous?”
“Nervous, no. Anxious for answers, yes,” Eset answers as the elevator doors open, and she steps inside. The key she needed to gain entry to certain floors of this space was placed on our coffee table when we woke up this morning.
She puts the key in the slot and then proceeds to press the buttons like she did the last time. Within a few minutes, we’re heading further down, and then the elevator doors open. We walk out onto the concrete floor and look to the left. The perpetrator is in the very same room where Eset killed Lu. If that isn’t poetic, I don’t know what is.
Ruslan is in the room with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, blood marking his skin, while his brothers stand back, staring at the man whose face is swollen at least two times the size it should be. His eyes are black and blue, and if we’re lucky, the bastard can still speak.
“What have we learned this morning, brothers?” Eset asks as we walk into the room.
