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We both turn and stare up at Madison who’s hopping around on one foot while holding the other. She’s oblivious to us and is still in her bra and panties.
A slow grin spreads across Sergei’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me you had company? That’s a fine piece of ass. But what else should I expect from my boy?”
I chafe at his words. It’s not the first time he’s seen a girl over here and usually, it is just that…a convenient piece of ass.
“It’s Dr. Graham, you met her at the hospital,” I say a little more defensively than I intended.
“Ah, I didn’t recognize her out of her scrubs. So, she’s making house calls these days?” he says, his eyes lingering upon Madison. “I wouldn’t mind a visit.”
I want to yell at Madison to shut the door, but I can’t let on that his ogling her is bothering me. “Come on.” I wave him into the kitchen to distract him. “We can’t let good Russian vodka go to waste.”
He follows me in and takes a seat where Madison had been. “So, you know the problem with the Medici captain was taken care of, right? We reminded those fuckers who they’re dealing with. You did well taking out the shooter, but I aimed higher, eh?”
I glance at him as I pour our drinks. I will him to lower his voice, so Madison won’t hear these incriminating statements. I motion for him to be silent as Madison comes down the stairs.
“I hope traffic isn’t bad this morning because if I’m late again this---” she pauses mid-sentence when she catches sight of Sergei. “Oh, hi.” She looks at me expectantly.
“Madison, you remember my uncle, Sergei, you met him at the hospital during my recovery.”
He rises from the stool and faces her with an ugly smirk. “Good to see you again, doctor.” His eyes flick toward the bedroom. “Glad to see you’re still taking good care of my nephew.”
The color rises in her honey-toned skin. She looks at me. “Uhm, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m late for work.” She’s upset and doesn’t bother kissing me goodbye and under the circumstances, I’m grateful. But then she goes for the car keys on the bar. I’ve been insisting she take one of mine instead of public transportation.
Sergei gives me a curious look.
She throws her hand up at me. “See ya tonight.”
I nod in response as she heads out the door. I feel Sergei’s heavy gaze upon me.
“What?”
His thick brow furrows. “She drives your car and knows she’ll see you tonight?” he says incredulously. “What is this? You’redatingher?”
I shrug. “We’re fucking.”
He chuckles, and a salacious grin spreads across his round face. “I get it, this doctor of yours is a grade-A piece of ass, but you know better than to get too serious.” He inclines his head at me. “Natasha Orlov will be arriving from Moscow in three weeks.”
I sigh heavily but make no reply.
“You remember Natasha,” he says, gripping my shoulder. “Your fiancée, the woman you’re marrying in seven months.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“You know everything rides on you sealing the alliance between Petrosky and Orlov. Without it, there’ll be blood in the streets.”
“I still don’t understand why a marriage between your daughter and Orlov’s son wouldn’t seal the deal.”
His face contorts with derision. “What’s wrong with you? You want Orlov’s idiot son sitting on the throne. You’re my heir, Sebastian. You’ll rule this family after me if you don’t screw it up.”
I’ve heard this speech a thousand times before and bought into making the sacrifice for the family. I assumed I’d legally marry Natasha and we’d both discreetly live separate lives. There’s no love between us. Yes, she’d be an astonishingly beautiful ornament on my arm. But the fact that she’s been Sergei’s lover since she was eighteen makes me want to hurl my breakfast up. He claims he ended their three-year affair before the betrothal announcement, but I’m still revolted by the notion. He has daughters Natasha’s age for crying out loud.
The truly sickening part is that Sergei knew this would ultimately be the arrangement, that she was to become my wife. And yet, he still chose to make Natasha his personal plaything. It was as if he was sending me a message. I may be crown prince, but he’s still the king who takes what he wants when he wants it – including my future bride.
“I’m only going to tell you this once,” he says leaning in. “Don’t let this bitch become a problem. Fuck her and put her out before Natasha arrives. That’s an order.”
My hackles rise. “This isn’t just about sex, Sergei. Madison’s a valuable asset, she can be recruited.”
He draws back and scowls. “Recruited for what?”
