The Life She Wished For (Birds of Paradise Book 2)

by ChaShiree M.

  Fully facing him now, I look into his eyes and love the raw desire and power I see there. Smiling at him, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek saying, “Come on big guy, we got to go.”

  I make to turn around and he grabs my upper arm. Growling in my ear, “You won’t leave this fucking house looking like Helen of Troy without my scent on and in you. You woke the beast tonight baby.” With that he grabs me around the neck and pushes me into the wall. Without hesitation he rips my thong off and pushes his fingers in my pussy, while taking my mouth with a savage urgency. “Fuck Myshka, you are so wet and hot. Your always ready for me huh baby.”

  “Yes Mikhail. Always ready for you.”

  “Baby, I want nothing more than to take my time and love you like you deserve, but we don’t have time and I don’t have the patience. It’s going to be hard and primal baby. I don’t think I’m going to last long and I need you there, so we can come together.” The whole time he is giving me this speech, his fingers are playing with my clit and sliding in and out of my pussy. I hear the wetness as he continues his seduction and it is so erotic.

  “Aww fuck baby. You smell good. Hold on love.” With that he slams his dick into me and I know I will be a goner in seconds.

  “Mikhail…yes…yes… please don’t stop…don’t stop… god…I…”

  “It’s ok baby. I know. Your fucking pussy is so tight and hot. It always feels like the first time the way your velvet heat wraps around me. That’s right baby, squeeze my cock with your sweet pussy. Milk all the life from me.”

  He is slamming into me repeatedly like a madman unable to stop. I love that it is me he loses control for. Grabbing his shoulders and meeting each of his thrusts, I squeeze and release him over and over racing toward the feeling of ecstasy I have come to crave.

  “Play with your clit baby, I can’t hold it anymore and I want you to come with me.”

  Doing as he asked, I rub my hot button over and over and feel the fire build up my abdomen and spine as I start to move against him faster and faster. Suddenly this roar leaves his mouth right before he clamps his teeth down on my neck, sending me over with him.

  “Mikahaaaaaaaail… Yesssssssssssssss…I love you.”

  “Fuck. Shit. I love you too baby. I love you too.” He says panting in my ear. He holds me up for a few more minutes sharing lazy kisses with me, whispering in my ear how much of a good girl I am and how much he loves being inside me. I soak it all up, filling myself with his praise and his essence.

  When he finally lets me down, I can barely feel my legs and I don’t care. Walking to the front door, tucked under his arm, I have never felt more cherished than I do at this moment surrounded by him and leaking his jizz down my legs.

  Imagine my surprise when I walk into the room and she is standing there with her back out in the sexiest lace dress I have ever seen. I think I heard my dick bark and I was completely speechless for a second. Like I really didn’t know what to say. I figured I would be able to control myself, until she turned around and all of my control shot out the window.

  I took her like the caveman I am and as usual she was with me all the way. When the fever passed, we righted ourselves and got in the limo. Watching her look around the limo and the obvious excitement she was trying to conceal; gave me a new appreciation for the things I have had access too since I was adopted as a young boy. I get to see the world through new eyes being with Phoenix and I have to admit, I like it.

  Walking into the Charity Ball, I feel 10 ft tall. Not only do I have everything I would ever want within my grasp, I have my woman on my arm and I am about to introduce her to everyone. This is a big deal for me. I have never brought a date to one of these things.

  In this world, the minute they see you with someone, they start speculating about wedding bells and shit. The difference being any speculation they incur this time will be correct. It’s just a shame this event couldn’t have been after I asked her to marry me, so she could have a rock to show off, but being here with me will be enough.

  Straight ahead is someone I want to introduce her to first. This friendship will be a lifesaver to her in the future. Especially on the times when she is feeling unsure of herself and doesn’t want to come to me. Walking my clingy, shy woman over to the ambassador’s table, I address the only people in the world I would implicitly trust her life with.

  “Boris and Oxana.” I say as I walk up to their table, “I would like for you to meet my Phoenix.” As usual her face becomes flushed at the introduction, but I could care less. She needs to get used to it because soon she will be getting introduced as Mrs. Maksim Mikhailov. And the name holds a lot of power and will open a lot of doors.

  Boris and Oxana get up and do the cheek kiss of course. After studying her for a bit, which I expected, Oxana grabs my Phoenix by her hand and leads her to her side of the table, signifying her approval. I let out a deep breath and begin talking business with Boris. Of course, the first thing he wants to discuss is the little problem I am having with Elizaveta.

  “Did you get it worked out Mikhail? This unfortunate business needs to be done and over with? That young lady seems nice and innocent. The type of woman you need, but you cannot begin a new life my son without getting rid of the old one. It is not fair to her. And I can see in your eyes that she is your one. No? Then you must protect her, not just her body, but her heart at all cost. Even from you. Yes?” Boris asks politely, while making sure I know there is only one answer.

  I know he is right and I hear what he is saying, but in order to be able to do that, I would have had to have been away from her longer than three months and that is was not an option.

  “Da, Boris. Ty pray. Yes, you are right.”

  “Do you need me to clean this up my boy?”

  “Net. Bliznetsy Zabotyatsya ob etom. No. The twins are taking care of it.”

  “Very good my boy. Now talk to me about the new building.”

  “So, Phoenix, how did you and Mikhail meet?” The woman sitting next to me is the epitome of elegance. She stands at an elegant 5’9 with the neck of Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn. She has her hair cut short in a beautiful pixie cut, which perfectly coincides with her elegance. She is wearing an emerald green silk dress with a lace overlay and her jewelry is beyond compare. Her nails are immaculate and without a trace of blemish. She is like every fairy godmother come to life.

  I want to be her when I grow up. But who am I kidding. I could never be coiffed and graceful. Once again driving home the fact that I don’t belong here or with him.

  “Whoo hoo my dear. You have turned pale. Are you ok?” Crap she is talking to me isn’t she. See I am messing up already.

  “Yes. I am sorry. I was thinking how beautiful you are and how much I don’t belong in this world, among all of you.” I say putting my head down. She looks at me with so much pity that I expect her to something telling me how right I am. What I don’t expect is.

  “My dear, my husband and I have been aunt and uncle to Mikhail since he was adopted by his parents, our dearly departed best friends. When they got murdered, and he returned here with his guardian, we were the ones on the board of his father’s estate overseeing his inheritance. That boy is like the son my husband never had. He has never brought a girl to meet us. Not even to a simple dinner. So, if he brought you here, you are special to him and you belong. Do you understand what I am telling you?”

  I try to stop the tear from falling but I am of course too late. Nodding my head, I try and fix my face with the napkin I have in my hand. Hearing her tell me that he thought I was important enough to bring here, means so much to me and goes a long way toward soothing my insecurities.

  Before I can ask her more questions about him as a child, he comes over and steals my breath away yet again.

  “Myshka, may I have this dance?” I giggle a little at his show of chivalry. As if I would or could ever deny him.

  “Of course, you may.” He pulls me into his arms and we walk to the dance floor. I feel a
bit of trepidation because I do not know how to dance to this sort of music, but as usual Mikhail anticipates my thoughts. “Just lean into me precious and let me lead you. OK?”

  That statement feels more like a double entendre that could be applied to our life together. Without hesitation I look at this beautiful, strong, kind, possessive, and sexy man and say, “Always.”

  The room is decorated in dark shades of red and gold. Draped all over the room in brocades of curtains and cords. I can make out Faberge eggs with diamonds and crystals all around the room. The whole thing is reminiscent of Anastasia and what I pictured the Russian Castle to look like. Though I should be soaking in all of the opulence the only thing I can bring myself to care about is the man holding me.

  And with this feeling, nothing else matters.

  When the ball is finally over, we say goodbye to Boris and Oxana, who promises to call me, so we can get together for lunch. Surprisingly, I find I am excited about it. I like her. And I think I can learn a lot from her.

  “My love, you did excellent tonight and I am proud to have you on my arm. I did want to gouge the eyes of out every man in the room that kept lusting after you. That is what you wanted, no?” Face heating up, I stand on my tiptoes and tell him that he is the only man for me. Kissing him. By the time the limo pulls up, I am unusually tired and worn out. Before I know it, I am in the limo and falling asleep. The last thing I remember hearing is, “Spyashie angel. Sleep Angel. I got you.”

  And of course, I do, because he does.

  Last night cemented everything I already knew. Phoenix is perfect for me and I must get the Elizaveta situation under control. Hence the reason she is on her way to my office. I want to try and take care of this as quietly as possible using no violence, bribery, or anything. The problem is people like Borya and Elizaveta, don’t understand propriety. Which is the reason they needed me in the first place.

  Bzzzz

  “Mikhail, a Mrs. Ivanov is here to see you.”

  “Send her in Teresa. Thank you.” Rubbing my hands down my face, I take a deep breath and steady myself. Elizaveta for all the beauty she has, is also a viper. She is a lecherous, money grubbing viper and I try to avoid her at all cost. This is however, one time when I need to see her. And of course, she makes an entrance.

  “That’s Mrs. Mikhailov to you.” She sneers at my secretary. Teresa shoots me an apathetic look and shuts the door. And the theatrics begin.

  “Maksim, my darling. I was so surprised to hear from you. What can I do for you my love.” She says as she tries to wrap her arms around my neck. Refusing to dry heave in front of her face, I extricate myself from her grasp and walk around my desk putting distance between us. She doesn’t miss the move because she smirks and sits in the chair in front of my desk. Legs crossed looking every inch the cool snake she is.

  “Elizaveta, as you know, the terms of our contract, better yet the contract I have with your father has reached its end date. If we are honest, it has expired some time ago. I would like to finish it completely. If you would simply sign these divorce papers, per our agreement you will have a deposit of 5 million dollars in your account forthwith. I will send to your dad by courier the signed documents giving him complete ownership of Perestroika and all of its subsidiary companies.”

  With that I slide the legal document over to her with a pen attached. I am under no delusions about who she is, and I am fully prepared to go to plan B, however, I am hoping for decency on her part. Of course, she does not disappoint though.

  She picks up the paper as if she is perusing it and begins tapping her pen on the arm of her chair. I know the minute she has finished feigning contemplation because she puts the document down, licks her lips, and begins to stand from her chair. Making her way over to my side of the table, she runs her hand along the sleeve of my suit jacket and goes in for the kill.

  “Maksim, baby I have been thinking. I would like to make this a Real marriage. There is no reason we cannot. Think about it. We are perfect together. We run in the same circles, we both come from similar backgrounds and the chemistry between us would be combustible. I don’t know why we can’t just tear up that insipid contract and really give this a go.” She ends her speech next to my ear and I have had enough.

  “Are you done? You know as well as I do, this was NEVER going to be anything other than business. Second, I don’t need your dad, he needs me and if your honest, so do you. Without my name and connections, your just another Russian mobster’s daughter, wishing you were something else. Now cut the bullshit. Are you going to sign the papers or not?”

  I almost laugh at the look of reproach she is displaying. I mean she seriously thought her shit was going to work on me because it works on all the other stupid asses she sleeps with.

  “Well I have to talk to daddy. He had another business proposition he wanted to run by you. I cannot believe he will be happy about this.”

  “Like I give a shit. Our deal is concluded. Once all the documents are signed, and delivered, I want the keys to the palatio estate as was the deal.”

  Her father bought my parents California property right after their death, before I ever knew it was up for auction. My estate had yet to take effect before the vultures descended upon all the properties they owned throughout the U.S. I didn’t hear about what was happening until I came to the states and Boris and Oxana informed me that they had snatched up as much of it as they could for me. The Palatio, is the last of their property and they would never have wanted it in the hands of someone like Borya Ivanov.

  She huffs and walks to the door. “Oh, and Elizaveta. Tell your father not to fuck with me. If he doesn’t hold up his end of the deal, I will remind him how I got my start. And I can’t promise, it won’t hurt. For both of you.” I feel a level of satisfaction when she blanches at my words, no doubt surprised with the amount of venom she can detect. I usually regard her and her father with a cool indifference. But I am out of time and patience. Pulling out my phone, I make the call I didn’t want to have to make.

  “Zdravstvuyte. Hello.”

  “Vult, I need you and Vuolo to come in. That problem is going to need extra attention.”

  “Na nashem puti. We are on our way.”

  “Khorosho. Good.”

  The 10 minutes it takes for them to get here are needed. Now I am only mildly agitated when they enter my office. I spent the time it took them, picturing my Angels face whenever I walk in the room. Picturing in my mind’s eye, the light that surrounds her when she is happy and feels safe and loved.

  I need to make sure she continues to feel the light and if I must go against my conscious and the upbringing my parents tried to imbue upon me, I will. I will sacrifice my very soul to the devil to keep Phoenix where she belongs. With me.

  The twins walk in and I can see they are already mentally ready for whatever they have to do. It’s in the stance, they are maintaining as they await my directives.

  “I am sorry to bring you guys in. I know I gave you the day off but matters need attending to. Elizaveta just left my office and though she said she would bring my message to her father, I believe they are up to something. I need this problem to disappear by any means necessary. And no, I don’t want to know about it. I just want to know when it is done. Ponimayu? Understand?”

  “Da.” And with that, they walk out. Now to take care of the last-minute stuff for me and Phoenix’s trip.

  “Teresa.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Please call the Beverly Wilshire and make sure my room is prepared for next Thursday. We will need a limo pickup at 7pm to take us to the Hollywood theater and a return trip. Also make sure that Tiffany at the Neil Lane store has my package ready at noon for pickup on Thursday.”

  “Yes Sir. Got it Sir.”

  “Thank you. After you have done all of that, you can go home for the day. I have no more meetings and I can answer any other calls that come in before I leave. That will be all Teresa.”

  “Very well Sir. Hav
e a good day.”

  Elizaveta and Borya

  “Papa.”

  “In here. So, what did he want?”

  “He presented me with divorce papers, cited the terms of the agreement and asked that we uphold our end of the deal.”

  “Der’mo. We need him. Our connections are nothing without the diplomats and such he rubs elbows with. It’s that fucking little girl he has been seen around town with. Yes. She is becoming more of a problem than we thought. It is time to find out everything we can about her and how to get rid of her. Call Maverick and see what he knows. I will not let some little teenage whore, ruin my business.”

  “Papa, I believe he cares about her.”

  “So what. You want to abdicate your status so quickly to a nobody? I didn’t raise you to bow to anyone. Now do as your told.”

  “Yes Papa.”

  “No little bitch is going to take me down. Not now. Not ever.”

  The Twins

  “Fuck. Vults, how the hell did things get out of hand so fucking fast? I mean we had it all in place like a well-oiled machine. When the fuck did everything go off the rails?”

  “Vuolo, you know we have been burning the candle at both ends and eventually something was going to suffer. I just figured we had more time.”

  Logically I know my brother is right. I have been waiting for months, ever since Phoenix came into his life for the moment when Mikhail would be here at a crossroads. He unknowingly, slammed head first into a whole different situation that he didn’t know existed. But, fuck if I didn’t want to have more shit in order before he had to know everything.

  “Well what the fuck Vults, now we need to bring ‘Ghost and Santiago’ in to cover more time. I’m calling them now to meet us at the safehouse in 15.”