Brie's Russian Fantasy (After Graduation, #3)

by Red Phoenix

  “I always hated bringing my boyfriends home to meet my parents,” she mumbled, “especially my dad, Sir.”

  “Is there a point to telling me this?” Sir asked, a hint of humor in his voice.

  “Dad would rather I set my sights on my career than waste my potential by getting involved with someone, Sir.”

  “Understandable…” He got out of the car and opened the door for her.

  She took his hand hesitantly. “They’re not exactly open-minded either.”

  “You have mentioned that before, Brie. We’re only sharing our status as a couple,” he reminded her gently as they walked up to the house.

  Brie looked up at her Master as they stood on the front porch—strong, chiseled features, with a decidedly mature appearance. She was afraid his age would be an issue for them, but hoped her parents could see past it.

  She closed her eyes, trying to quiet her nerves as Sir reached over and rang the doorbell. It seemed like forever before she heard the unlocking of the latch and the door finally swung open. Her mother, a short, rotund woman with bright green eyes, greeted them with a smile that quickly turned to a concerned frown as she looked Sir over.

  “Hey, Mom!” Brie gave her a quick hug to ease the tension. “This is my boyfriend, Thane Davis. Thane, this is my mom, Marcy Bennett.”

  Sir held out his hand and smiled. “It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Bennett.”

  Her mother took his hand and blushed as she shook it. Brie could see it in her mom’s eyes—that glimmer of attraction towards the commanding Dom—but it disappeared as soon as her father entered the picture.

  “What is your name, sir?” her father asked, in a voice already laced with judgment.

  Despite the uncomfortable moment, Brie burst out in a nervous giggle. Sir…

  Her dad glowered at her before addressing Sir again. “Well?”

  “My name is Thane Davis, Mr. Bennett.” He held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  Her father looked at his offered hand with disdain before engaging him. “I am a frank man, Mr. Davis.”

  “I find frank talk refreshing,” Sir replied.

  “What the hell is a man my age doing with my little girl?”

  Sir seemed untroubled and asked, “Wouldn’t it be best to discuss this inside?”

  Brie’s mother scanned the neighborhood, as if suddenly afraid the whole world could hear them. She stammered, “Oh! Yes… Come in, come in,” gesturing them into the house frantically.

  Sir put his hand on the small of Brie’s back as he guided her forward. It helped to calm her already frayed nerves. This was not starting off well…

  They sat down in the front room, the unused room reserved only for company. Brie’s first instinct was to kneel at Sir’s feet, feeling in need of his comfort. Instead, she sat beside him.

  Her parents sat opposite them with disparaging looks on their faces.

  Sir responded to her dad’s question. “Actually, there is only an eleven-year difference between us, Mr. Bennett.”

  “Only?” He turned to Brie. “You never mentioned you were dating an older man, daughter.”

  Brie bowed her head in shame, knowing now it had been a mistake. “Dad, I love Thane. I didn’t mention his age because I wanted you and Mom to meet him in person. I was sure once you met him, you would see what an exceptional person he is.”

  Her mother frowned again. “We did not send you to California so some ‘producer’ could turn your head with promises of fame.”

  Brie shook her head, mortified at her accusation that he was a lecher. “Mom—”

  Sir put his hand on Brie’s knee and smiled. “I assure you that my intentions are honorable…and,” he added drolly, “I am no producer.”

  “Don’t tell me you want to marry her!” her father retorted.

  Brie blushed a deep shade of red. Marriage had never been discussed and it was embarrassing that her father was bringing it up now.

  She was grateful when Sir answered him with unrattled calm. “No. However, you should know that I care deeply for your daughter.”

  Her dad laughed. “Oh, I can just imagine how deep your feelings are for my little girl.”

  Brie squeaked, “Dad! It’s not that way at all! We love each other.”

  His smile was patronizing. “Brie, I believe you have fallen in love with this shyster, but I don’t believe for a second your feelings are returned. He wants only one thing from you.”

  Brie covered her face with her hands. It was dreadful having Sir treated with such brazen disrespect by her parents. She wanted to curl up and die.

  Sir’s voice remained reasonable. “If it were as you say, would I be here meeting you in person?”

  “I think you came hoping to throw the wool over our eyes, but we aren’t twenty-two like Brianna.”

  Sir sat farther back on the mauve couch, a subtle show of confidence in an uncomfortable situation. “I’m sure you agree that this visit was necessary. I’m in a serious relationship with your daughter and came to meet you out of respect for your position as Brie’s parents.”

  “Is that right?” Brie father asked sarcastically. He turned to Brie and demanded, “Have you been over to meet his parents?”

  Brie gasped and then looked down, shaking her head. Oh, how she didn’t want to go there—not now!

  “My father is dead and my mother left when I was fifteen. We have been estranged ever since.”

  Brie’s mother’s expression instantly changed. “Oh…I am so terribly sorry.”

  But leave it to her father to go right for the jugular. “How did he die, Mr. Davis?”

  Sir did not hesitate. “Suicide.”

  His answer had Brie’s mother wringing her hands and saying repeatedly, “I’m so, so sorry…”

  However, Brie’s father had the opposite reaction. “That alone makes you unsuitable for our only child. Your father was unstable. I do not want an emotionally weak man to have anything to do with my daughter.”

  Brie could not remain quiet any longer, horrified by her father’s callous response. “Dad! Thane’s father was a famous violinist who suffered a tragic death. What a terrible thing to say.”

  Her mother gasped. “Not Alonzo Davis, the musician who killed himself after—?”

  Sir interrupted, his voice devoid of emotion. “Yes, Alonzo was my father.”

  For once, Brie’s dad remained silent. It seemed her mother couldn’t stand the suffocating hush, so she popped out of her seat. “Let me get us some tea. Everyone likes tea, right?” She disappeared into the kitchen before anyone could answer.

  It broke Brie’s heart that Sir had wanted to meet her parents, but all they had done was put him down from the moment they’d opened the door. “Should we go, Thane?” she asked, feeling desperate to run.

  “No,” he replied, squeezing her knee reassuringly.

  The room stayed uncomfortably silent until her mother returned with the iced tea. She poured everyone a glass and sat down asking in an overly pleasant tone, “So, how did you two meet?”

  Sir was kind enough to humor her. “I met Brie at the tobacco shop where she worked.”

  Her father instantly picked up on that. “Worked?” He looked at Brie with concern. “Don’t you work there anymore?”

  “No, Dad. Yesterday was my last day. Thane wants me working on the documentary I mentioned. The one the well-known producer has shown interest in.”

  Her mom piped up, “Oh, you mean the documentary about your girlfriends learning the ropes in Hollywood?”

  Brie struggled not to snicker. Learning the ropes…

  Sir stated proudly, “Your daughter has real talent as a filmmaker. I asked her to quit so that she can devote her time solely to the project.”

  Brie’s father’s eyes narrowed. “What? Are you supporting my daughter now? Paying her rent?”

  “We’re living together,” Brie corrected.

  “Are you, now?” her father said, looking straight at Sir.
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  “We are in a committed relationship,” Sir replied smoothly.

  “What kind of child have I raised?” her mother lamented. “You barely know this man and you’re already living with him?”

  Sir’s reply was quick and to the point. “What kind of daughter have you raised? You have raised an intelligent, talented woman, one who is respected and cherished by those who know her. Simply put, you have raised a beautiful person, both inside and out.”

  Brie blushed under the unreserved praise of her Master.

  Her parents were left speechless. Finally, her father cleared his throat. “Yes, we agree that Brie is an exceptional woman, but she is still young. I don’t like the idea of her being fettered in a relationship.”

  Brie wanted to giggle. Fettered… Her father’s choice of words was perfect.

  “I will say it again. I care deeply for your daughter.”

  “I don’t trust you,” her father shot back. “After what happened between your parents, I don’t see how you could be anything but a philanderer or an utter control freak. Either way, neither is healthy for my daughter.”

  Sir didn’t seem intimidated in the least. “Although I do admit to a need for a certain level of control, I too want what’s best for Brie. If it turns out I am not what she needs, I’ll willingly step aside.”

  Brie’s father made a grunting sound as he sat back in his chair, digesting Sir’s words.

  Her mother pleaded with her, “Brie, honey, why the rush? I don’t understand how you can go from just meeting each other to living together. Give it time; give yourself a little space before you commit yourself to something like that.”

  Her dad looked at Sir suspiciously. “Why did you really come today, Mr. Davis?”

  “I plan to take your daughter out of the country. We are headed to Russia and I felt it was important for all of us to meet.”

  “What?!” Her dad turned to her mother, a look of sheer disgust on his face. He turned back to Sir. “Just because your father was rich and famous does not give you the right to do whatever you want or…” he looked directly at Brie, “take whatever you want.”

  Brie couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “Dad, this isn’t a case of me asking your permission to go to Russia. We came today so you could meet the man I love. That’s it. I don’t need your permission for anything. I’m twenty-two, remember?”

  He stood up, fuming. “Do you know how stupid that sounds? Twenty-two. You’re still just a kid!”

  She closed her eyes, collecting herself before replying, “I’m an adult, whether you want to face that fact or not.”

  “You’re not an adult!” her father answered emphatically.

  Her mom moved over to her father, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Bill, we need to be reasonable here. Brie could have kept us in the dark and taken off to God knows where.” Her eyes started to tear up. “She’s all we have. I couldn’t bear not knowing where she is.”

  “My point exactly,” Sir stated.

  Brie’s father snarled at him, “You do not have permission to take her, Mr. Davis.”

  Sir nodded his understanding but answered calmly, “Then I leave the decision to your daughter.”

  It was time to change the traditional dynamics of child and parent. Her parents needed to see her as an adult, free to make her own decisions—and her own mistakes. “I respect you both, but I am choosing to go with Thane to Russia. Either you can accept my decision…or not.”

  Her father wouldn’t even look Sir in the eye when he spoke. “I do not approve of you, Mr. Davis. However, it is obvious I have no influence over my daughter so I will do as she says and accept it, but do not think for one second I am happy about this.”

  “I will take good care of her.”

  Her father snorted in disgust.

  “Don’t you dare let anything happen to our Brie, Mr. Davis,” her mother added. Her mother grabbed her daughter in a death grip. “I’ve missed you so much, Brie darling! We never talk anymore… and now this.”

  Her father said gruffly, “If anything should happen—anything at all—little girl, you call me and I will be on the next flight out to get you.”

  “You don’t have to worry, Dad,” she said, reaching out to give her father a hug. He moved out of her reach, making his feelings painfully clear.

  “It will be unnecessary to come for her, Mr. Bennett.” Sir said, getting up and pulling a card from his breast pocket. He held it out to the man. “But if you wish to speak to her this is the number to reach both of us. Keep in mind the time difference and the fact we will be out sightseeing much of the day and into the night.”

  Her father refused to take the card.

  Her mom let go of Brie to take it from Sir. “Thank you.” She added apologetically, “I am truly sorry about what happened to your family.”

  Brie saw it even if her mother did not, that brief flicker of pain before Sir replied. “It was an unfortunate situation but life moves on, as it should.”

  “Yes,” her mom agreed, patting him hesitantly on the shoulder.

  Sir smiled kindly. “It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Bennett.” He looked over to her father. “To meet you both.” Then he glanced at Brie. “Shall we?”

  Her mother waved as they walked out to the car, but her father just stared at Brie with an expressionless face. It was terrible to feel this new and unwelcome barrier between them, but she knew Sir had been right to insist on meeting her parents. It was better to be upfront than to hide like a child.

  When they were back in the car, Brie looked at Sir sadly. “My parents were awful to you.”

  “If they had reacted any different, I would have been concerned. They love you and want to protect you. That is a healthy response in my estimation.”

  Brie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a good man, Sir.”

  He chuckled lightly. “And now that we have that over, our trip can begin. I hope you’re ready, little sub.” His smirk made the butterflies start again.

  Oh, Master…

  Sir’s Past

  When they boarded the overseas jet, Brie’s mouth fell open. She had never been on a plane so humongous before. Sir escorted her to a first class seat. She giggled as she went to sit down. She had never thought she’d fly first class—ever.

  On the seat she found a blanket, an eye mask, slippers and even premium bottled water. She gathered all of them in her arms and smiled at Sir. “I feel so special.”

  He chuckled. “You’re easily satisfied.”

  Sir stuffed his items in the seat pocket in front of him. Brie followed suit. Then she started playing with the button on her chair. Instead of the seat only going back a fraction of an inch, this one kept going and going until she was practically lying down. She giggled at Sir. “It’s like a bed!”

  He had an amused look on his face. “You might want to put that up, Brie. People are still boarding the plane.”

  She immediately adjusted the seat back and looked out of the window at the workers below. They were busy loading the last of the luggage. “I can’t believe I’m going to another country, Sir.”

  “I am sure this will be the first of many trips. I suspect you’ll be traveling often when you’re filming.”

  She turned to him, filled with gratitude. “You think I’ll succeed, don’t you?”

  “I never had a doubt after watching your entrance video.”

  She blushed. “Well…that one doesn’t really count. It was a stationary camera shot. Not my best work.”

  “I disagree. It was an award-worthy short.”

  She giggled again, burying her head in his shoulder. Brie lay against him until the plane was ready to take off. She looked out of the window when the engines started. “I love this part. The roar of the engine, the shaking of the plane, and then that sick little feeling you get when you first lose contact with the ground.” Brie sighed happily. “I love flying!”

  “We’ll see how much you love it ten hours from now.”

/>   She looked at him and smiled. “Sir, anywhere with you is lovely.”

  He shook his head, but she saw the slight upturn to his lips.

  Once the plane was in the air, Sir put his seat all the way back. She followed his lead, turning towards him so she could stare at his handsome face.

  “Don’t just stare at me, Brie.”

  She looked away, embarrassed. “I can’t help it, Sir.”

  He chuckled softly. “Make conversation then.”

  With permission given, Brie gazed at him again but was silent for a moment. Her heart thumped in her chest as she built up courage to say the one thing that had been bothering her since their visit with her family.

  “Sir, my parents seem to know more about your past than I do.”

  He looked at her with a somber expression. “Yes, it is unfair to you.”

  She didn’t press further, but she waited expectantly.

  He took a deep breath but then said nothing. Minutes passed in strained silence. Brie consoled herself that he still wasn’t ready to talk about it. She was surprised when he finally spoke.

  “You should know that my parents were envied when they were young. The two complemented each other like the sun complements the moon. He shone with brilliance; she equaled him in her loving reflection.” He smiled, as if he was remembering something treasured.

  But his smile faltered as he continued, “Unfortunately, my mother grew jealous of his fame, no longer content to act as his reflection. She found power in cheating on him behind his back. I became aware of her infidelity when I was thirteen, but I kept it hidden, thinking I was protecting him…” Sir paused. When he continued, his jaw was clenched as if it physically hurt him to speak the words.

  “I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I can still smell the exhaust fumes from the school bus as it pulled up to my stop. I saw her car and his, and then my dad drove up in his Ferrari. He wasn’t scheduled to arrive for another two days. I pushed my way through the line, trying to get off the bus, hoping I could prevent what was about to play out.”