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I rub my belly, looking forward to the next life already growing inside of me. Tonight, I’ll tell him we’re expecting another little baby.
Roman
I drop my head back in my chair, thinking about the conversation I just had with Ilya. Is the boy trying to give me a heart attack? At twenty-seven he’s become a man I’m proud to say I raised and my father would have been pleased to know. He’s dark, dangerous, and a bit fucking insane.
“What’s wrong?” Katya says, sauntering into my office in a cute pair of leggings and tight top that beg to be torn off right now.
“Your son.”
“Oh so he’s my son now? What did he do?” She plops down in my lap, running her fingers through my thick black hair that has turned partially gray.
“Drago came to visit with his family in Omsk while Ilya was handling some matters for me.”
“Oh no. Did he have a problem with Drago’s son?”
“No. His daughter.”
“What happened?”
“Right now, I’m assuming she’s tied to his bed, and I’m waiting for my friend to come barreling down my door and wanting my son’s head.”
My phone rings and Katya answers it putting it on speaker, “Hello, Drago. How are you?”
“Where is he?” he barks out. I’d be pissed about his attitude, but I’d kill someone who took my princess.
“Who? Roman?” she asks, my devilish wife.
“Ilya. The little shit.”
“Come on now. He’s like six-five, that would make him a big shit,” she says.
“I don’t give a shit either way. Ilya either better return my baby girl back to me pristine or there better be a ring on her finger.”
“Of course, he will marry her,” Rosalyn says. “Have you missed the crazy in his eyes? You men scream insane when it comes to us women.”
“Katya, ignore Drago. It’s all his fault. He shouldn’t have tried to introduce her to Anatoly’s son who has grown up to be a handsome man.”
“Hey woman.”
“I’m just saying you dangled another man in front of a boy who has been obsessed with our princess. What did you expect? Would you like it if I was there flirting with another man?”
“Don’t even dare.” I can picture Drago snapping a fucker’s neck for even daring to speak to his wife. I’d do the same if someone was foolish enough.
“We’ll get the wedding plans underway,” Katya says.
“Good.” Drago sounds distracted, so Katya ends the call.
Smiling at me with a look of pure triumph. “See. Easy as pie. Now, does he really have her tied to the bed?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Probably, he did kidnap her.”
She rolls her eyes. “Shit. This is going to be fun. In the meantime…” She rakes her hand over my shirt. “… I think you should thank me for handling that so well.”
“Oh, yes?”
“Yes.” She nods and then scoots up on the desk and parts her thighs with an open invitation to her slick pussy that I could almost make out through those tight leggings.
With a yank on the material, I tear open them right at the seam. “I suppose you were a very good girl.” I have to reward her and myself.
THE END
