After twenty minutes of being in the room, Vlad came to the door with a bag in his hand. “I got you these. Wear them. And there is food in the kitchen.” And then he left until later at night. In the bag, I found two pairs of jeans and three T-shirts. There was also a black-and-a white silky bra and panties, but it didn’t stop there, as later the same day, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, a man handed me three more bags without a word and left.
I smiled when I opened the bags, as he’d gotten me more clothes, and nice clothes at that. My hopes were raised that maybe he didn’t hate me as much as I thought he did, but those hopes were dashed that evening when he came home. I had made dinner, hoping that maybe he would eat with me, seeing as he’d gone to the trouble of filling the cupboards and fridge, but I was wrong.
When he walked in, I was washing dishes. I turned in time to see his eyes wandering over my body. Instead of wearing one of the jeans, I had worn a little summer dress he’d bought. Instead of uncovering the plate that I’d left on the counter for him, he approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. When he got close enough, he took hold of my arm, turning me around to face the sink again, and bent me over it. Vlad has always been a dominant lover, but that evening, he was possessed. His hands pulled up my dress as his other one pulled my panties down.
I must be honest— he had me wet and excited in a way I never thought I would be, instead of being scared or wanting him to stop. There was something different about him. He didn’t seem as aloof as the previous days.
Turning down the heat on the stove, I shake my head. I have way too much time. All I think about these days is Vlad.
Today, I decided to make a pot roast and see if somehow the smell will entice him to eat with me. Since Vlad filled the kitchen, I have been cooking; one to keep me busy, but another is to see if we will finally sit down and have a conversation, but when he comes home, he either goes directly to the room and showers or completely ignores me and goes into the training room until it’s time for bed.
Every morning, he has given me my phone so that I can text Paige and reply to the previous day’s messages. I have worried that she would say something about what she did, or about me telling her that I would stop seeing Vlad, but until today, she hasn’t said anything and just complained about not having the money to go to a concert she wanted to go to.
“What are you doing?” I jump in fright at Vlad’s voice, as I didn’t hear him come in. Snapping around from where I was placing the spices, I see him leaning against the doorframe, looking at me.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” I murmur, which has him frowning. Before he can say anything else, I decide to answer his question and maybe get him to eat with me for a change. “I’m making a pot roast. Should be ready in about forty minutes.” He simply grunts in reply, turns, and leaves without saying another word. I hear him walking down the corridor, which tells me that maybe he’s staying at home and not going out again.
Dinner is nearly ready when I hear a knock on the door. Ever since I have been here, the only other time that someone came to the door was when my clothes were delivered. Walking towards the door, I open it to find a tall good-looking man on the other side. “Hello.”
He frowns, his eyes roving over my body, but not in an admiring way, more like in an analysing sort of way.
“I need to talk to Vlad,” he says. What is it with these men? Why are they all so commanding? Taking a step back, I wave him in.
“I’ll go call him,” I say as I close the door behind him.
“It’s okay,” Vlad says as he approaches, a towel around his neck, his shirtless torso glistening with perspiration. The tattoos that adorn his arms and chest enhance every perfect sinew of his body. His tracksuit pants low on his waist call to my senses as I think of placing my hand low on his stomach stroking it down over the waistband to his . . .
“I’m Dimitri.” I can feel my cheeks heating with colour, as I completely forgot about him when Vlad approached.
“Hi, I’m Haley. Nice to meet you.”
“Leave us,” Vlad suddenly grunts in annoyance. I can see by his now tense body that he doesn’t like me talking to his friends, but the tone of his voice annoys me. He has no right to be upset with me. What does he want me to do, hide every time someone comes to the door?
“Would you like a coffee?” I ask. There is no reason for me to be rude just because he is.
“No, thank you. I won’t be long.” I smile at his reply, ignoring Vlad as I turn and make my way to the kitchen. I hear Dimitri say something in Russian just as I enter. I really need to try to learn Russian. Not knowing what Vlad says is starting to annoy me. I always found it so sexy when he used to talk Russian to me when making love, and sometimes, I would go look it up after he left, but I was never able to completely translate what the words were that he whispered to me.
One day, I asked him, but he just winked, saying that the mystery would be gone if he told me. Pulling down two plates, I proceed to dish out. I am going to eat, and if he doesn’t want to join me, well, that is his problem. I am carrying the plates to the counter when Vlad comes to stand in the doorway. He looks at the two plates but doesn’t comment. Instead, he points behind him. “Don’t let anyone inside unless you know who they are.”
“In other words, don’t let anyone inside because I don’t know anyone,” I state as I turn to go collect glasses.
“Dimitri and Alexei are fine, but you are not to open the door to anyone else unless I’m here.” He pulls out one of the highchairs and sits down, looking at the plate before him.
“So, in other words, hide me from everyone else.” I wanted to sit down for a meal with him, but what I imagined is not the way it is going. “I accept that you think that you need to make me pay for what I did.” He raises a brow at my statement as he slips a piece of meat into his mouth. “I’m not going to contest it, so there is no reason for you to worry that I’m going to create any more problems.” He doesn’t reply or look up at me as he continues to finish his meal.
Well, I wanted to sit down for a meal with him. Baby steps. Maybe tomorrow there will be more interaction instead of him ordering me to not talk to anyone. He must have slipped on a T-shirt sometime during his conversation with Dimitri or after, as his perfect body is now covered. I sit and start to eat my meal, not tasting anything, as my attention is completely focused on his every movement.
When he takes his last bite and pushes his plate slightly away, he finally looks at me. “Paige is coming to stay in the building, but you will not be seeing her.”
I tense. Has he found out the truth? I drop my fork on my plate but ignore the noise as I turn fully to him. “Why? She has nothing to do with this.”
“She is coming to work in the restaurant, and she will stay in one of the apartments downstairs. She is nothing like you, or is she?”
I tense. I know Paige is a handful, but I won’t allow anyone to speak of her.
“She’s just young,” I defend, and he raises his brow in sarcasm but doesn’t comment again on her. Instead, he completely surprises me with his next comment.
“You are coming with me tonight. Get ready.”
“Where are we going?” I want to talk about Paige, but I will ask him later after I get ready.
“To one of the clubs that we own. I need to make an appearance, and you will accompany me.”
We’re going to a club? I didn’t even know they owned clubs. Before I can ask him anything else, he turns and leaves, I’m guessing to go get ready. I hurry to clear the plates and place them in the dishwasher before making my way to the room. There is only one outfit I can possibly wear for the club, but when I tried it on, I thought that I would never wear it, as it’s completely unlike me to wear something like that. The dress is a short black number that hugs all the right places, with a plunging neckline. Everything about that dress screams sex.
I would never normally wear a dress like that, but it’s the only appropriate piece I have, and
to be honest, I’m dying to wear the shoes that came with it. I don’t usually wear high heels, as my life doesn’t always allow for it, but it’s one of my secret obsessions.
Walking into the room, I hear Vlad in the shower. I walk to where I have the dress and the shoes. Picking them up, I make my way to the other room. If I’m going to wear this dress, then I want to be able to make an entrance. He will see me when I’m ready. I wish I had some makeup with me, but I am lucky that I don’t really need it with my flawless skin. My hair might take a while to get into an appropriate hairstyle. I usually just run the brush through my hair and either leave it or tie it back in a ponytail. Its natural wave usually does the trick, but today, I want to look special and sexy, and I want Vlad to have eyes for no one else except me. I showered earlier, so I won’t need to take one now, which will be quicker, and I might be ready before Vlad comes looking for me.
Slipping out of the T-shirt and jeans, I fold them up, placing them on the top of the bed. I then pull down my panties and untie my bra. That dress doesn’t allow for any type of underwear, which I know will make me self-conscious, but if the result is what I am expecting, then I’m all for it. I would prefer it if I had a jacket to cover myself with until I got to the club, but that is something Vlad didn’t get me.
I hear Vlad coming out of the other bedroom and stop. “You have ten minutes,” he says, and then I hear his footsteps as he walks towards the sitting room. Pulling the dress over my head, I quickly adjust it, and then I pull up the zipper that is hidden in the fabric on the side of my body. When the dress is in place, I bend down and slip the sexy strappy black shoes on.
When I’m happy, I walk out of the bedroom and down the corridor to the other room. When Vlad brought me here, I had my hair in a ponytail, as I had just come from work, which helps, as I have a tie and two clips for my hair. I quickly pull my hair up into a loose bun on the top of my head, pulling out wisps of hair that fall around my neck. I hurry into the walk-in closet. There is a long black coat that Vlad has that I have seen hanging in here. This will cover me to my feet until I get to the club. It’s big all over but will do until we arrive. I quickly slip into it and start making my way to the sitting room, buttoning it up as I go.
Vlad is standing in front of the window, looking out at the night lights of the city, a glass in his hand. When he hears me, he turns. I see his eyes travel over my body, a frown on his face. “I don’t have a jacket; I will take this one off when we get there.” He simply grunts as he walks towards me. Leaning down, he places the glass on the small table there before approaching until he is standing before me.
“You will listen to what I say. If I tell you to do something, you do it,” he says before he places his hand at the base of my spine and starts to guide me towards the door.
“I won’t embarrass you, you know,” I mutter angrily as he guides me out the door and towards an elevator.
“It’s not about embarrassing me. I live in a dangerous world. If there is danger, I need you to do what I say.” I can feel my face warming in embarrassment, but I don’t reply. Instead, I walk into the lift, Vlad beside me. The lift doors close, and we start to descend, Vlad’s hand on the base of my back reminding me of our situation.
When the doors slide open, we step out, and I freeze. Walking towards us from the parking lot with a man walking right behind her is Paige. I hear Vlad swear from beside me, which tells me that this wasn’t planned. When Paige sees me, she stops. By the sneer on her face, it’s clear that she’s not impressed with me.
“Well, look at you,” she says angrily. “Here I’m in that dump and you’re living the life with your criminal boyfriend.”
“Paige!” I gasp in shock at the venom I hear in her voice, but before I can say anything else, Vlad steps forward and right in front of Paige.
“You will never speak to your sister like that. Do you understand me?” The anger in his voice makes the hair on my arms rise in alarm.
“Whatever,” Paige mutters, still glaring.
“You will stay here and work in the restaurant until you learn some manners and realise how hard life actually is. You’re a spoilt girl, but that will change,” he states, and then he looks up at the man behind her and says something in Russian. The man answers something in return, which has Vlad nodding and looking over his shoulder at me.
“Come,” he calls. I can feel my stomach tightening in anxiety at the anger I see on Paige’s face. I step forward and stop.
“Paige,” I call, but she ignores me as she steps around us and continues walking towards the lifts. I start to follow her, but Vlad’s hand on my upper arm stops me.
“Leave her. She will get settled in, and when she learns some manners, you can see her.”
“But you don’t understand. Our parents died when she was so young. She has no one except me.”
He frowns and leans slightly down until his eyes are in line with mine. “Your parents also died, Haley, not just hers. You have spoilt her, and it is now time for her to grow up.” I know that what he is saying is true, but my heart breaks knowing that she could possibly have had a different life if my parents had lived, but instead she has had so much less because I’ve had to work day and night to provide for us, leaving her to her own devices for way too long because I didn’t have the time to spend with her. “Now come, let’s go. It is getting late.” He guides me to his black Mustang, helping me in.
I want to try to make him understand, maybe get him to let Paige stay at home, but I know that especially now that she has seen me here with him, she will rebel, and I am already paying for one mistake of hers. I don’t want to pay for another. Maybe her interacting with other people and actually having a job will give her some sense of responsibility. Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea after all.
All I can do is hope that everything works out fine, and once everything has settled down and I am back home, I will try to make amends with Paige and apologise for placing us in this situation, because if I hadn’t entertained the notion of a relationship with Vlad, none of this would have happened, but my feelings blinded me.
VLAD 9
That was bad timing, but now it’s out of the way and Paige won’t be a problem. I didn’t want Haley to have any interaction with Paige, but maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. She will know that her sister is in the building but won’t know how she is doing. Parking the car, I look around before opening the door and walking around to help Haley out.
I want to entwine my fingers in her hair and let it down to cascade around her shoulders, because the way she has tied it makes me want to kiss her beautiful neck until she is writhing with pleasure. I know that the fastest way to get her excited is to start kissing her neck, but since bringing her to my apartment, I have made sure not to give her any of the pleasure that I know I could. I thought that would be one of the best ways to make her feel used like I feel from her betrayal, but I’m finding that taking my pleasure without reciprocating it is leaving me feeling empty.
I shake my head as I place my hand on the base of her back to guide her into the club. I really need to buy her a coat. When she walked out and I saw her covered in mine, the only parts that I could see peeking was her head and her beautifully encased feet in those high heels. I wanted to unbutton the coat to see if she was naked underneath like my imagination dictated. I know that she’s dressed, but the thought of her naked underneath that coat has had my blood boiling ever since I saw her.
Walking towards the side door, I place my index finger on the fingerprint pad to open the door. Hearing the click, I open it back to let Haley in before following her and closing the door behind me. Alexei’s office is just down the corridor, but I know he won’t be there, as he spends most of his evenings with Jade and the kids.
Guiding Haley down the corridor, I open the door that leads into the club. The music is blaring, and at this time, the club is already packed with people. I look around to see if everyone is in their places. Some of the men notic
ing me nod in greeting. I feel Haley moving. Looking down, I see her unbuttoning the coat. My eyes dip down to her body, and I see that she’s wearing some kind of black dress. So much for her imagined nakedness.
“Vlad.” Looking to my left, I see one of my sponsors waving at me. This is the part about my fighting career that I don’t like, the constant interaction with people I don’t want to spend much time with.
“Is there somewhere I can leave the coat?” Haley asks.
Looking down at her, I freeze. “What the fuck?” The dress she is wearing fits her like a glove. Fuck, my cock is so hard, I think it’s going to burst a vein. Her perfect breasts are barely covered, and her sexy legs are bare for all to see.
“What’s wrong?” she asks innocently.
“You know what the fuck is wrong.” She knows just what she does to me. If it weren’t for Jason, my sponsor, having already seen me, I would be turning around and leaving.
“But you got me this dress,” she says with a raised brow. I can see she is enjoying this. Well, she’s not going to enjoy it too much when we get home. She will see what I’m going to do to this fucking dress. Not saying anything else, I guide her towards the VIP lounge of the club. One of our men unhooks the red rope that encloses the entrance to the lounge. We enter, and I guide Haley towards the group of people awaiting our arrival.
“There he is,” Jason says in his boisterous voice, “the man of the hour.” I hate this kind of attention, but I know that for the sponsors, this type of marketing is important.
“Jason,” I greet. He in turn starts to introduce me to another three men he invited and their dates.
“And who might you be, darling?” one of the fuckers asks as he lifts Haley’s hand. Before he can kiss it, I snatch it out of his hold.
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