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Her obedient nod pleased him, and Sergei lowered his head, intending to place a friendly goodbye kiss on her cheek. But then he inhaled the sweet mild scent of her fragrance, and just like that white-hot desire laced his blood, arousal stirring his loins.
Blyad.
His lips touched one silky soft cheek and stayed there, lingering, every cell in his brain urging him to move his mouth until it covered hers.
“S-Sergei.”
Fredericka’s choked whisper forced him back to his senses, and he drew away reluctantly.
“You need to stop doing that,” she muttered.
“I can’t help it,” he answered in a deliberately light tone, knowing that it wasn’t the right time to let her know that he wasn’t joking. It was the truth, and it was why thirty minutes later he was in Madeline’s house, with the model bent over her dining table while the billionaire fucked her from behind.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”Every gasp was punctuated by the slapping sounds of their thrusting bodies, with Sergei pounding hard into her. He was determined to fuck both of them out of their minds, just as he had been doing for the past two months.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he squeezed Madeline’s ass hard, all the while pretending it was Fredericka he was fucking.
He knew it was cruel and sick, knew it was dishonorable and deceitful, but he no longer gave a damn.
If this was the only way to make sure he kept his hands off Fredericka while he worked on winning her trust, then to hell with his honor.
To hell with everything.
He would do whatever it took to keep Fredericka in his life, would do everything to ensure that in the end she would be his alone.
After leaving her house, he called his secretary and gave her the usual instructions. By tonight, the model would receive yet another expensive piece of jewelry, which he knew Madeline would understand was both a thank-you gift as well as a reminder that theirs was purely a sexual relationship and that to expect anything from it would mean the end of their liaison.
Back in the office, Sergei’s executives immediately sat up as the company’s young vice president walked inside the conference room. Although it had only been a few years since he had started working full time in Grachyov Enterprises, Sergei had become infamous for his strict adherence to protocol. Executives that dared to show up with one strand of hair out of place were fined for being unprofessional while those who dared come in one minute late for any meeting were sent a sternly worded memo about attendance.
Today’s meeting involved a potential merger between Grachyov Enterprises and a European company, and the executives ofbothfirms were quietly perspiring at the thought of having to present their arguments to the young Russian vice president.
It was a well-known fact that Sergei Grachyov was even more exacting than his father, and if the proposed merger was not to his liking—-
Everyone gulped silently as the vice president stood up, a chilling look of disapproval his face. “The proposal has merit, but it significant lacks supporting data.” Looking at the people on the table one by one, he asked in a soft, silky voice, “Why is that, do you suppose? Did you not all have sufficient time to prepare for this meeting?”
The executive leading Grachyov Enterprises’ M&A team blanched. He was going to get sacked. He could feel it in his bones, and he wanted to cry.
“Did you think my time was for all of you to waste?”
I’m going to throw up,another executive thought sickly. His CEO had told him not to leave until he had Sergei Grachyov’s signature on the contract, and he had a bad feeling that was as likely as him dating the billionaire’s famously hot stepsister Seri Devereux.
“I’m waiting for an answer, gentlemen.”
The silence in the room was such that the ticking secondhand of the wall clock could actually be heard. Although no one was looking at each other, much less meet the billionaire’s gaze, everyone’s thoughts ran along the same lines.
If only they had more time to prepare the data that Sergei Grachyov was asking for.
If only.
But everyone knew that Sergei Grachyov didn’t do second chances, and so a miracle was the only way for this disaster to be averted. A miracle, coming in the form of—-
Someone’s phone started to ring.
The executives simultaneously bowed their heads in horrified defeat.Goodbye, world.This was it: the perfectly bad ending for the worst day in their lives. Which idiot would be stupid enough to keep his phone switched on in a conference room with—-
“What can I do for you,pchelka?”
Everyone’s heads jerked up, shock written all over their faces. Was this truly Sergei Grachyov, actually taking a phone call in the middle of a meeting?
