Page 17 of Hidden Truths


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I slowly turn and stare at Felix slash Albert. “How long does he intend to keep me here?”

“You’ll have to discuss that with Sergei, I’m afraid.”

I get up from the table, carry the plate to the sink, and then rush upstairs to do just that. Only I see a bunch of bags strewn all over the bed and Sergei gone. I’m wondering if I should check the other room I noticed on this floor when I hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom on my right.

I head to the door and knock on it twice. “Sergei?”

He doesn’t answer, so I try the handle and find the door unlocked. Without really thinking about what I’m doing, I open the door. And gape.

Sergei is standing in the shower while rivulets of water flow down his naked body. He is turned with his back to me, his head tilted up toward the spray. I follow the water trail with my eyes, from his wide shoulders, down his inked muscled back and then stop. Holy fuck! He has the most magnificent ass I’ve ever seen on a man. I should move away, close the door, and pretend I didn’t see him. Instead, I keep staring.

“You like what you see, Miss Sandoval?”

I gulp and look up to meet Sergei’s blue eyes regarding me over his shoulder. As I stare, he slides the shower stall door to the side, steps out, and reaches me in a few big strides. I find it hard to keep my gaze focused on his face instead of letting my eyes wander downward, but somehow, I prevail.

“How long do you plan on keeping me a prisoner?” I ask, trying to pretend that I’m unperturbed by the fact he’s standing in front of me completely naked. It’s quite a feat. I’ll add it to my resumé under “Other Accomplishments”.

“Until you start talking,” he says and places his hands on the door, caging me in against it. “You already know that.”

“You can’t just keep me here. I have a life.”

“Tell me what I need to know, and you are free to go.”

My concentration slips and my eyes slide down his front, and when I reach his crotch, my eyebrows hit my hairline. His cock is in absolute proportion with his body. Huge. I quickly snap my head back up.

“I told you everything I can,” I say but it sounds more like a squeal.

“Then I hope you like it here, lisichka.” Sergei smirks, and turns to grab a stack of clothes from next to the sink, giving me another view of his rock-hard, naked ass.

Finally, common sense kicks in and I spin around and head toward the bed, pretending to be engrossed in going over everything in the bags.

“I’m going to walk Mimi,” Sergei says a few minutes later when he exits the bathroom. Clothed this time. Thank God. Or . . . Shame. “Are you coming?”

“Sure.”

I look down at Angelina, who is walking at my side, and barely manage to stifle a laugh. She’s been feigning disinterest, but she’s been inspecting the neighborhood while we've been strolling. The little fox is planning her escape route. It’s hilarious.

Ahead of us, Mimi barks and runs toward old Maggie’s garden, probably planning on digging out more of her flowers. She’s been fixated on those flowers since last year.

“Mimi,idi syuda!”

Mimi looks at the flowers with regret, then canters toward us. She almost reaches us when she notices a couple walking a rottweiler down the street and instantly snaps to alert. I hurry toward her to make sure she won’t attack what she may consider a threat, and at the same time, Angelina turns and starts running away. I laugh. It didn’t take her long.

I stop next to Mimi, take her by the collar and watch Angelina for a few seconds. She’s trying her best, but she’s slow. Probably still weak from lack of nutrition. I point with my hand toward Angelina, giving Mimi the command for “protect”, and cross my arms over my chest.

Mimi runs toward Angelina at mad speed and, halfway there, starts making a wide circle, to intercept her. Angelina changes her course, veering right, but Mimi keeps running a few meters in front of her, having a great time. My little fox realizes she’s not going anywhere and suddenly stops, turns to face me with her hands squeezed tightly into small fists, and glares at me.

“She’s herding me like cattle,” she grumbles when I approach.

“She’s guarding you.”

“Like I’m a cow.”

“Yup.” I bend and grab her around the waist, then put her over my shoulder. “Today’s prison break episode ends here.”

“Put me down.”

“Nope.” I lightly tap her ass with my palm, then decide to leave it there. She might be skinny, but her ass is nice and perky.

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