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Mona
It’s so hard to believe that in just a couple of days, we’re going to have my children out of Duarte’s estate. This has been such a long time coming. We’ve waited weeks and weeks to even get remotely close to this, and waiting another day just might kill me. We’re less than twelve hours away from me being on a plane to Spain, and then we’ll drive to Portugal. I don’t know too many details about how everything is going to happen tomorrow, but Nazyr has told me a couple of things.
The last order of clothing came in today, so I’m opening the packages and putting the final few things away. Otherwise, their room is absolutely perfect, and I think they’re going to love every bit of it.
Once I put everything away, I exit the girls’ bedroom and shut the door behind me. I decide it’s probably best if I get a shower tonight versus trying to wake up extra early tomorrow morning. I’m not a great morning person in general, and the last thing I want to do is rush around tomorrow morning. I know without a doubt that my anxiety is going to be through the roof.
I head into Nazyr’s bedroom, where I’ve been staying since he told me he wanted me in his bed every night. It’s so much like him. The wood is a darker tone, and he has a massive bed, frame, and furniture in his room as well. His sheets are a deep crimson red, and he has black curtains that hang from either side of the window.
I walk through the bedroom and pass through the doorway between the two walk-in closets. His bathroom isn’t massive, but it’s not small by any means. It’s probably a twelve-by-twelve area, and it looks like it’s been renovated recently. The bathroom is covered in tile, but the tile looks like wood. It’s a modern sort of design, which is a bit nice since the entire house is filled with hundred-year-old wood. The thing I love the most is that even though it’s renovated, it doesn’t look like the bathroom doesn’t fit in the house.
I turn on the hot water and give it a few minutes to warm up. While I do that, I grab the skin care Nazyr got me and rub the balm all over my face. The balm isn’t like a lip balm. It’s something that pulls the oils and any dirt out of your pores. Apparently, Eset told him he had to get me some, so he did. I really like how she convinced him to get it for me, especially since it’s so fucking nice. This is probably something I would’ve loved when I was in college, but I would’ve been budgeting so much that I wouldn’t have actually bought it for myself. I did a lot of penny-pinching during that time of my life.
Once I finish rubbing the oil on my face, I step into the shower and wash the substance off. After a few moments of doing that, I grab my shampoo and lather it in my hair, getting it as sudsy as I can until I’m ready to throw some conditioner in it. While I let the conditioner set in my hair, I shave my legs and underarms, then scrub a Mediterranean sea salt mixture over my body. It takes every bit of dead skin away and leaves me feeling refreshed. I wash the conditioner out of my hair after that and step out of the shower.
Nazyr has a rack that hangs on the wall, and it heats up the towels. There’s nothing better than a hot towel rack right after you get out of the shower, and I fucking love it. It’s one of the luxurious things I’ve come to adore in being with him.
I run the towel over my body and rub it along my hair so it isn’t dripping wet. Amelia brought me over some hair care products not long ago, so I spray the heat protectant in my hair and then get out my hair dryer. Within fifteen minutes, my hair is completely dry, and it looks like I’ve gone to a nice salon for a Brazilian blowout. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I notice there isn’t one dark circle under my eyes.
When I was with Duarte, I only had dark circles. I would have to put so much makeup underneath my eyes just to make it appear like I wasn’t exhausted all the time. But here, I don’t have to do that. I rest peacefully, more than peaceful, actually.
I don’t need to put any makeup on, but I’m finding that I like to apply it. It’s almost like makeup acts as a mask for me. A mask where I can protect myself. I grab my bag and pull out some primer, foundation, bronzer, and then some eyeshadow and mascara. As I’m dabbing the foundation on my face, Nazyr’s reflection appears in the mirror.
“I’m glad I caught you. Care to go out for a night on the town?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” I poke fun at him as I finish the last bit of my foundation and dab the beauty blender along my face to make sure I don’t have any lines.
“Look at you, making assumptions,” Nazyr playfully replies, and I start putting my bronzer on, then blend it in. “You know you don’t need any of that shit. You have natural beauty,Med.”
A warm feeling swarms through my stomach, and I look into his eyes in the mirror. “I appreciate you saying that, but I’m doing this for me, not for anyone else.”
“Fair enough. Since you’re doing your makeup, why don’t we head to a club? It’s been a while since I’ve been out on the scene, and I think you might enjoy it quite a bit.”
I immediately giggle. “Nazyr, I’ve been clubbing before. Sure, it’s been years, but I’m not an absolute loon.”
“Perfect, then you know what to expect. I bought you a couple of dresses today that you might like, so check them out and meet me downstairs in ten minutes?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I answer, and soon enough, Nazyr leaves the doorway of the bathroom. Once I’m finished with my makeup, I head out into the bedroom, and the dresses he’s referring to are lying on the bed. One is an emerald green crisscross lantern sleeve dress that stops a couple inches below my ass. If I bend over in that thing, it will give everyone an eyeful. The one beside it is a pink sequin halter dress, and I’m certain it’s about the same length. The last dress is a bit tamer than the others. It’s a baby blue ribbed sweater dress that stops at the knees.
I always wore super revealing clothes with Duarte simply because he wanted to show me off to his friends. He wanted to brag about me in a sense, taunt them with the fact he could have me, and they couldn’t. I always hated dressing so sexily in his presence. Though, with Nazyr, it’s the exact opposite. I love to dress sexy for him because I’m infatuated with the man beyond belief.
I settle on something a bit more daring, so I pick up the pink sequin dress and throw on a pair of gold heels, find a small crossbody wristlet that matches my heels, then head down the stairwell.
Nazyr’s already waiting on me, and the second he hears my heels clacking against the hardwood, he turns his gaze to me. A smile pulls at his lips, and I smile in response, knowing he’s damn happy to see me.
“Did you already have a place in mind?” I question him as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“I do, yeah,” Nazyr tells me. He loops his arm in with mine, and we head out through the front door, where Paulo is already waiting for us. Paulo drives, almost as if Nazyr has told him where we’re going.
We’re in the car for about ten minutes before Paulo pulls down an alleyway. I look over at Nazyr nervously, not sure why we’re pulling behind the building versus getting out in the front, where I know we both saw a line of people. He smirks at me. “Don’t worry. You’re going to like where I’m taking you,” Nazyr promises, and Paulo pulls the SUV up against the side of the building. We all exit the car, and Paulo follows the two of us. He’s hot on our heels, but I get the feeling he’s trying to give us some alone time as well.
We enter the club, but as Nazyr opens the door, I notice we’ll be heading down a steep set of stairs. On either side of us, the walls are made of brick, and I’m not sure how old the building might be. It looks pretty old, from my viewpoint, but Nazyr is the professional when it comes to architecture and history here in Grozny.
We keep going down the stairwell, and as we get closer to the bottom, there are blue and purple flashing lights. The beat of the music grows louder as well, and a man stands behind a podium sort of station as we reach the bottom. “Mr. Umarova, it’s nice to see you again. Care for your usual booth?”
“That would be great,” Nazyr tells the man, and the man nods, then motions for us to follow him.
Nazyr holds my hand tightly, and we make our way through the crowd. Bodies are shoved against bodies, grinding up against one another. Some are making out with their dance partners, and I wonder if they’re complete strangers or if they’re dating like Nazyr and I are. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but I find this sort of thing interesting, to say the least.
