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For some reason, I thought we’d jump right into that animalistic ritual again, that we’d tear the clothes off one another, and he’d have me on my knees, taking all of him in my mouth… But this was different.Leois different from all the men I’ve come across. He's a walking contradiction I can't seem to get enough of. His presence easily commands attention, power. But when he's with me, he's sweet and shy and treats me like I'm made of glass.
I lick my lips, savoring the remnants of his taste as I drink in the warmth of his coat. I run my hand over the fabric, imagining the hardness of his biceps as I smooth my fingers over the sleeves. I drape his coat over my body, imagining what it would be like to have him bear his weight down on me again. His coat covers me from chin to toes, the memory of our size difference causing pleasure to curl in the pit of my stomach.
A curious hand slips inside my panties, my finger brushing my sensitive clit. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to recall the shape of Leo's hands. What it was like for him to be the one to touch and tease. To lick incessantly until I cried out his name, over and over.
I stifle my moan against the collar of his coat. Heat radiates off my skin like a furnace. I draw tight circles against myself, gathering up my slick arousal to help ease the friction. I’m loving these contradicting sides of Leo… he's a gentleman in the streets—
But an absolute animal in the sheets.
I want him to tease me senseless. I can hear myself begging him to let me come. And just when I can't take it anymore,that'swhen Leo will take me. Hard. Fast. Dirty as sin. And all the while, he'd sing my praises. He'd tell me the filthiest things while calling me his good girl.
I gasp as pleasure seizes my body, my muscles trembling with wave after wave of ecstasy. When I open my eyes, I can't help but smile. I'mwaytoo excited to see him again.
* * *
Come morning, a sudden bout of nausea hits me. It’s strange. It has never happened before. Maybe the dinner from last night didn’t agree with me, but that isn’t a thing with me, either. I’ll eat whatever you put on the table and thank you for it. No, this feels different, and given everything that has been going on lately, it’s hard not to put two and two together.
Before I go into practice, I stop by the pharmacy and get one of those rapid pregnancy tests, hiding it inside my coat pocket on my way into the Bolshoi. A rather uncomfortable tinkle later, and I have my answer.
It’s not the answer I wanted.
Not the answer I needed, either. But the plus sign on the pregnancy test does not lie. It also matches the timeline. The night at the cabin. The many, many wonderful times that I felt Leo come deep inside me. Of course. It shouldn’t come as such a shock. I must’ve been right in that sweet spot of a fertile window.
But the repercussions of that night… oh, God, I didn’t think any of this through. And I’m going to see him again, too. Do I tell him? What do I tell him? That our one-night-stand got me knocked-up?
“Mother will blow a fuse,” I whisper as I discard the test in one of the bathroom bins and thoroughly wash my face with cold water, staring at myself in the mirror. “She will kill me…”
I’m supposed to be the Sugar Plum Fairy all through the winter holidays and well into January if Vanya doesn’t recover by then. How long before the bump starts to show? I’ll get hungrier and hungrier, what with my show diet, the rough training. Oh, the training. Can I even work myself as hard as I have up to this point?
Dammit, I need to see a doctor. I need to…
I don’t even know what I need to do first.
But I do know one thing. Nobody can know about this until I figure it out for myself. Not Leo, not Mother, nobody. It’ll be my secret. I seem to be good at keeping secrets since no one suspects that Leo and I have already met—in another life, it feels like…
And in that other life, we conceived a baby.
Nobody can know.
Chapter 9
Leo
Only one more hour until I get to see her again. I've been keeping my eye on the clock, the ticking sounds of the second hand an ever-present reminder that I'm stuck here until the night shift arrives.
It's been a relatively unproductive day. Let's just say my heart isn't in it. I'm not only managing the Bratva while Andrei is away, but I'm also managing all of our businesses. It's just another day of wire transfers, spreadsheets, and encrypted emails. Just another day of sending my brothers out to put out fires as they come up—which is often—but I trust their discretion and that they'll get the job done.
I still haven't received word about the butcher's ledger. This could be a problem. I'm giving Roman until the end of the day to provide me with a full report. After that, I'd really rather not get my hands dirty, but that's what happens when I'm in charge.
Arman enters the office and hangs up his jacket. “Good evening,” he says politely.
I get up out of my chair faster than I mean to. I swallow my rising excitement. “You're here early.”
“My wife wanted to take our kids to see that new Christmas movie with the talking ponies?” he says with a weary smile. “So I lent them the car and they dropped me off. Hope it's alright if I clock in early.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Fine by me.”
Arman removes his hat, a polite gesture. “Mr. Nicolaevich, I was wondering…”
