AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She’d told him that he couldn’t just swoop into their lives and carry Leo off to Russia—that he had to get to know the little boy first. She just hadn’t expected it to go so well. And when, a week later, she walked into the room and found two heads of molten gold bent over the table together in silent concentration as Dimitri showed Leo a photograph, a shiver of something like fear whispered over her skin.
Already they were sharing secrets.
Already she was the outsider.
‘What’s that?’ she said, glancing down at the photograph, which showed a beautiful house.
Dimitri raised his head. ‘It’s a place outside Moscow which I own.’
‘That’s...nice,’ she said, her voice growing uncertain.
He smiled but Erin could see a flicker of triumph in his blue eyes. ‘And I think we should take Leo there,’ he said.
‘Can we go, Mummy?’ Leo was asking, a look of excitement on his face. ‘Can we?’
Erin stared into the eyes which glittered so icily above Leo’s head and felt a punch of helpless rage. Hadn’t he ever heard of consensus? Of running it past her first? Of course not. He didn’t negotiate with women, because they always caved in and gave him exactly what he wanted. ‘I’m not sure if I can get anyone to cover for me at the café—not at such short notice.’
‘I can get you all the cover you need,’ he said, with cool assurance. ‘Neither you nor your sister need worry about a thing.’
He was just going to throw money at the problem, Erin thought. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. This was going to happen whether she liked it or not.
‘In that case, I don’t see why not,’ she said lightly. ‘It’s half-term next week, after all.’
* * *
Moscow was a city straight out of a fairy tale. As if Walt Disney had met with the local architects and been given a free hand in its design. Intricate buildings were topped with brightly coloured turrets shaped like artichokes. Golden monuments dazzled with giant stars. Statuesque government buildings lined the wide Moskva River, where boats drifted by in slow motion—all seen from the helicopter which had been waiting to whisk them away from the airport.
Despite her reservations about the trip, Erin could feel a growing sense of excitement as she looked around, while Leo was almost incoherent with delight as the bird-like craft whirred over the Russian capital.
‘Will it snow?’ asked Leo eagerly as he stared up into the clear blue sky. ‘Will it? My teacher says it always snows in Russia.’
‘Not always,’ answered Dimitri. ‘It usually starts at the end of October, so we may just miss it.’
Leo scowled. ‘But I want snow. I want to build a snowman!’
‘In that case...’ Dimitri smiled ‘...we might just have to come back again when it’s colder.’
His words made Erin’s fingers stiffen as she wound her new pashmina around her neck. She was trying not to fret about how her son would readjust to life in Bow after a trip like this, because how could he fail to be affected by Dimitri’s lifestyle? If he’d tasted private jets and helicopters and fast cars, surely it would seem mundane to have to hop on the local bus. If the man organising all this had only to lift his hand for someone to cater to his every whim—as had been demonstrated on every step of their journey—then wouldn’t Leo be seduced by that, no matter how hard she’d tried to bring him up to appreciate the simple things in life?
And what about her? Was she also in danger of being affected by the Russian influence and undeniable sex appeal? She’d been so sure of the person she was. Someone who didn’t want to believe in love any more. Someone who’d had her fingers burned and her heart bruised when she’d fallen for her oligarch boss all those years ago. She’d convinced herself that she had learned her lesson and would never allow herself to feel like that again.
So why was Dimitri dominating her thoughts like a pop song she couldn’t get out of her head? She knew he was no good for her. He’d made it clear he no longer wanted her. He’d had sex with her and then just pushed her away afterwards. He’d rejected her all over again and it hurt. It hurt like hell.
She shot a glance at his profile, at the high slash of his cheekbones and hard set of his lips. The sun was flooding into the helicopter, making him look precious and powerful—as if he’d been dipped in gold.
‘Look down there,’ said Dimitri, his rich accent breaking into her troubled thoughts. ‘We’re nearly there.’
They were passing over a huge patch of dark and impenetrable trees before beginning their descent towards the smooth circle of a helipad on the outskirts of the forest. A rush of air came up to meet them and a man on the ground signalled to the pilot—his hair plastered to his head as the craft came rocking to a halt. The blades stopped spinning and Dimitri jumped out, holding up his arms to Leo, while Erin exited the craft with as much grace as possible, glad she’d worn trousers.
