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CHAPTER28
ISABEL
Istay in his office, just as he’s demanded, but as the hours tick by, I wonder if he’s ever going to come back in. Then the door opens. I suck in a breath of excitement, then it’s dashed and comes out in a heavy sigh when I realize that it’s my guard who walks through the door.
A guard that I now know the name of. Artur. I really like his name. It’s sexy, just like he is. Watching him, he closes the door behind himself, locking it, then takes a step toward me. Maybe the move should scare me a bit, but it doesn’t. He is not intimidating to me at all.
“Gather your things. Ruslan has asked me to take you home,” he states.
“Home?” I ask.
He nods his head, clearing his throat, then takes a step backward. He almost looks as if he’s doing a dance. I almost laugh, but then I realize that Ruslan wants me to go back home and he’s not joining me.
“I’m not leaving without him,” I say, trying to put my foot down.
Artur chuckles, shaking his head. “I knew you would be stubborn, but this is business and he said it was going to be a long while. He assured me that he would be home in a few hours.”
I want to believe him. I want to believe Artur and Ruslan, but I don’t. However, I know that standing here and arguing with the messenger is also not going to be productive. I’ve failed, big time. I’ve failed everything. I wanted to show Ruslan how much I love and miss him. I wanted to remind him how much he loves me too, but it has all kind of backfired or maybe that’s not the right word… it’s stagnant. Nothing became of this trip at all.
“Okay,” I rasp. “Okay.”
Taking a step toward him, I watch as he unlocks the door, then he slips his head out and looks around before he holds it open for me. Making my way into the hall, I’m a bit disappointed that Ruslan is nowhere to be seen, not that I expected him, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t want him to surprise me.
Artur takes me home.
He checks the condo and then stands right outside the front door. My faithful protector. Locking the door, I strip my sexy dress off, then kick my heels off as soon as I step into my bedroom. I don’t bother putting my pajamas on, sexy or otherwise, instead, I slip into bed in just my panties.
It’s so late, or early, depending on how you look at it. Forcing my eyes to close, I roll to my side, tucking my hands beneath my cheek and bringing my knees up. I allow myself to cry. I try not to feel weak, I try not to feel anything, but the tears flow anyway until eventually I fall asleep.
What feels like seconds later, there is pressure against my back and something pressing against the side of my neck. My eyes pop open and I suck in a breath as fingers curl around my breast and gently massage me there.
“Good morning,luchik,” he murmurs against the side of my throat.
Rolling over, I look into his eyes. He’s home. I almost say that out loud but decide against it. Instead, I lift my hand and cup his cheek, my gaze searching his. I don’t want to look away from him, I don’t want to blink because I’m afraid if I do, then he’ll disappear.
“You’re here,” I breathe.
He dips his chin slightly, shifting forward and touches his lips to mine. “I’m here. You wanted me to come home, so I’m home.”
“Ruslan,” I whisper. “Are you home for good?”
Instead of answering me, he presses his mouth to mine harder, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue inside of my mouth. He tastes me, consumes me, he makes me dizzy. Suddenly, I become alive beside him.
I want to demand an answer, but I think his nonanswer is all I’m going to get right now. Instead of fighting, I decide to feel. I want him, I want to feel him. I need his mouth all over my body, so I push the argument to the side, though I know that it will rear its ugly head again. But maybe, just maybe, I can keep him here with sugar, with sweetness, and I won’t need to argue.
That’s my mission.
I’m going to keep him happy, sweet, and sated. I’m not going to let him leave, mainly because he physically won’t be able to.
At least that’s my new goal.
We’ll see how well it works.
RUSLAN
Isabel kisses me back.Her tongue’s movements match mine and I fucking can’t believe that I stayed away from her for weeks. What a fucking fool. I am the biggest goddamn idiot. Why am I not coming home, being with my woman, and then just sleeping elsewhere? Why did I run from her, from us, from this?
Ease.
