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I bite back more tears as Lena yells some more in the phone. It would help if her words weren't going into one ear and out of the other. I can't stand this woman and why she thinks she can tell me what to do is beyond me. But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. She is a piece of work and my father’s fuck toy.
"I'm on my way to the estate now. Chill the fuck out." I bite back.
"Excuse me?" Oh, now she's pissed because I used that choice F word.
Too damn bad she doesn't need to act like such a bitch. I had a good night last night, one that doesn't involve my step-bitch screaming in my ear.
"You heard me. I'm waiting for a cab now. Calm the fuck down. I will be there shortly."
"Listen, you, you are to be married in two weeks and there is no time left. You were to have been here already, but apparently, you thought this wasn't very important."
"That's because it isn't I don't give two fucks about the wedding. Pick everything you want. None of this is my choice, anyway."
I've never been a materialistic person, and I never will be. Why my father chose a man who is known for his cruelty is beyond me. There are hundreds of other families in the mob who could take over. So why him? Why choose the one man I have an intense hatred for?
Yeah, that's my fucking life for ya. One miserable ass moment after the other. A loud horn startles me from my thoughts. It's the cab driver letting me know that he's here.
Thank fuck.
Chapter 3
Vladimir
I'mnotsurewhatI was expecting when I woke up. But for some reason, it wasn't an empty bed. I swear I thought I felt a connection with her. What the fuck am I even thinking? This is me we are talking about. This kind of mushy stuff is not something you think about after a good fuck. She isn't some sweet girl. She is a vixen. Some woman I met and within thirty minutes brought back to my hotel and fucked the shit out of. Yeah, I'm not trying to marry that piece of ass. Shit would make no difference to me who was in my bed tonight. I hate this bullshit love thing. I feel fucking disgusted with myself.
Jesus, I need to get moving and take a shower. I have a flight to catch. Not that they could leave without me. While taking my shower, she invades my thoughts. Fuck. I take my dick into my hands and bring him to life. I stroke myself to the memory of her pussy wrapped around my cock. That gorgeous redhead riding my dick into orgasmic oblivion. Her bouncing on top of me and my finger wrapped around her waist. Her hips gyrating to match the tempo of my hand as she fucked me.
Fuck, I should have taken her in her tight little ass. I stroke myself harder to the image of her perfect ass. Fuck. Shit. I can almost feel her hot breath against my ear. Feeling her hair falling down around me as her tits brushed across my abs. Her tongue lashed against my nipple with a sharp pain. Shit, I'm getting closer. My abs flex as I take my dick in a firm grip and feel the semen rushing up my length. Fuck, her pussy was warm around my dick, the best-wet heat I have ever felt in my life.
Then she would moan as I thrust in and out of her. Her head arched back. Those full breasts with cherry-colored nipples in front of me. FUCK!!!
Her pussy massaging me. FUCK! Godddd! Yes. I think about her ass and imagine she turned around while I was still fucking her and bounced her ass cheeks against me.
Fuuuck! A warm feeling spills over me. I imagine my jizz filling up her hot pussy. I bet her orgasm would coat me. I come so hard it leaves me breathless.
I finish washing off. Walk back into the room and lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling thinking about the great fuck session that happened in this bed. Fuck. What's wrong with me? It was one damn night. I still can't believe she left me alone in bed and snuck out like that. I would have loved to of had at least one more round with her before I had to fly back to Russia. But here I am beating off to the memory of fucking her.
I run my hand through my hair. Fuck. I need to get ready and get out of here. I'll just drive myself nuts if I keep thinking about her like this. It was one night Vlad get ahold of yourself. I go through the motions of getting dressed for the day and calling the pilot so they have the jet ready when I arrive. But I still can't get her out of my head.
Maria.
The gorgeous redhead that seems to have given herself space in my head rent free. Fuck. I just need to stick my dick in another tight pussy and move on. Who was I to her? Probably just a one-night fuck session. Yeah, nothing.
As I drive my car down the interstate, I can still remember her eyes as they shined at me. The mischievous looks she would give me and how damn fiery she was. Not only was the sex phenomenal, but talking with her was a hell of a lot of fun. It's no surprise that I didn't notice until right now that I have pulled up to the private runway.
I park the car in the parking lot and go into the hangar for the private jet. This jet is probably one of the most luxurious experiences you could ever hope to have. I did pay top dollar for it and the privacy of having my own jet allows me the freedom of movement. Many of our men are allowed to use it, but more times than not, I use it to go back and forth to Russia. I have first priority to use it if I need to go somewhere at that exact moment.
Once I get to Russia, I will find a beautiful woman and fuck the shit out of her. I just need to get Maria out of my system. As I step into the jet, I can feel eyes on me I look up to see the attendant staring at me. We meet eyes for a brief moment. This is something I am used to when women meet my gaze. Many women have had a look of admiration that they aim my way, filled with lust and want. I rarely return said gaze and today is no exception as I walk by her. I watch her skin blush as the blood rises in her cheeks and I smirk. Maybe once we are in the sky, I will take her in the back.
It'll be an easy way to relax before I return to my seat. All while doing my best to erase a certain someone from my mind. As I was lost in thought, the attendant walked over. Once she reaches me, she leans close. Her breath hitches and I notice the rapid pulse under her skin. Fuck, this should help distract me for a little. The idea of fucking some sluts brains out should be appealing. But my dick isn't responding. What the fuck did this woman do to me? Fuck, she is still living in my head rent-free and even the thought of an easy fuck is distasteful.
"Once the plane is in the air, I could meet you in the back." The attendant bites her bottom lip.
She is petite with shoulder-length black hair. She definitely wouldn't be the best ride, but my cock was too relaxed to give a fuck. Surprisingly enough, not only is my cock not interested, but neither am I. I simply give her my thanks and ask her to fetch me a whiskey.
That is all I do. I simply tell her, "Get me a whiskey."
Fuck, these long ass flights make me tired. Now all I have is time to dwell on what happened and why the fuck I don't want to fuck this sexy little flight attendant. My dick didn't so much as twitch at her words of seduction.
