by Red Phoenix
“Of course. You are the guest.”
Walking over to Brie, Master Anderson swept her off her feet and laid her down on the cold marble on the center island, which perfectly framed her body. Brie finally realized why Sir insisted on having the size of the island reproportioned during the renovations. He’d had this very purpose in mind.
“You make an alluring display for lunch, darlin’,” Master Anderson complemented.
Sir walked over, running his hand over the length of her body, causing pleasant goosebumps on her skin. “A fine display, indeed.”
Brie turned her focus on the ceiling as she had been taught at the Training Center, but Sir cupped her chin and turned her head to meet his gaze. “For this scene, you may interact with us.”
A smile spread across her face. “Thank you, Sir.”
It was silly fun to lie there, watching them slice the ingredients, carefully layering and rolling the sushi before slicing them into bite-sized pieces and artfully arranging them on her body.
She loved that part, watching as they decided where to put the next piece, then the ticklish sensation as they placed it on her skin with chopsticks.
Brie lay still as they covered her, shocked by the sheer amount of sushi they were making, and finally asked, “Why so much?”
Master Anderson’s low chuckle rang through the kitchen. “Because your Master and I are starving, young Brie.”
“Feel free to cover me from head to toe, then,” she offered with a grin.
Sir approached her with another sushi roll. He picked up a piece with his set of chopsticks and placed it strategically on her mound. She found it incredibly erotic, which caused tingles of desire. He picked up the next piece, but instead of placing it near her pussy, he held it in front of her lips.
“Open.”
Brie opened her mouth, taking the sushi he offered.
Even that was amazingly sensual and she moaned with pleasure.
“I enjoy watching you eat, babygirl.”
Brie felt incredibly spoiled.
The two men continued to lay out the food while sporadically feeding her in the process.
Once her body was covered, Master Anderson grabbed Brie’s phone off the counter. “Say sushi!”
Brie laughed as he took the picture.
“Before we partake, let me get a real camera.” Sir left the room and returned a short time later with his camera.
He took a series of photos. Lowering the camera when he was finished, Sir winked at her.
God, how she loved the way Sir worshipped her body. He never tired of looking at it and continually came up with creative ways to admire it.
Master Anderson clapped Sir on the shoulder. “I think we have outdone ourselves, buddy. Truly a work of art. Now, let’s eat!”
The uncovering was just as sensual as the covering. Both men tickled her skin with the light touch of the chopsticks as they deftly took each piece off her body.
Ever the gentlemen, for every morsel they took for themselves, they each shared one with her, which meant she was eating twice as much as they were. It didn’t take long before she had to cry uncle.
“No more please,” she giggled.
Master Anderson looked at Sir. “It appears she is filled to the gills.”
Sir chuckled as he took a piece from her left nipple and placed it in his mouth, chewing slowly as he stared at her.
Brie’s heart began to race. It was extremely sensual watching him eat the food from her body.
She lay quietly, soaking in the experience as she watched both men fill up on sushi and chat with one another.
Brie couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an afternoon.
Luckiest girl in the world!
Disconnect
When Brie saw the moving van pull up to Rytsar’s house, her heart dropped. She looked over at Sir and whimpered.
“It’s happening…”
They walked to his house, surprised that he hadn’t told them he was moving out of the house permanently. Staring at the moving van, Brie felt her heart catch. She didn’t want this to be their reality.
Maxim answered the door and immediately let them in. “He is in the back bedroom.”
Hope’s room…
She didn’t know how she could possibly let him go.
Rytsar was personally packing Hope’s things. When they entered the bedroom, he looked up with a somber expression.
“What’s going on?” Sir asked.
He sighed in resignation. “I woke up last night and knew it was time.”
“But why are you packing all your things?” Brie asked.
Rytsar looked at her and frowned sadly. “I know myself, radost moya. If I have this place to escape to, I will never commit to the boy.”
“Will we ever see you again?” she choked out.
He reached for her and enfolded her in his embrace. “Of course. I will come to visit…in time, and I trust you will visit us in Russia.”
Brie was crushed by the news.
“What are your plans, then?” Sir asked in an even voice.
“I don’t know at this point, but my continued absence only hurts the boy and it is starting to weigh on me.”
Sir nodded. “Does this mean you are ready to take on the father role?”
“No, moy droog, but I am willing. That will have to be enough.”
When Sir frowned at his answer, Rytsar asked, “What is wrong, comrade?”
“I want to fully support you, but I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Do you mind letting me see those paternity tests?”
“Why?” Rytsar snarled. “The results were conclusive and there is no chance they all were tampered with. I made certain of it after what happened to you with Lilly.”
“Look, I don’t doubt the validity of the tests, but I would like to look them over for my own peace of mind.”
“Why do I get the impression that you are lying to me?” Rytsar growled.
Sir stared at him in disbelief, looking deeply offended. “I would never lie to you.”
Rytsar let out a ragged sigh, rubbing his head in frustration. “After learning that I am the father of a boy I never knew existed, it’s become hard for me to trust anyone.”
In answer, Sir commanded that Brie bare the scar on her wrist, as he rolled up his sleeve to expose his scar. Looking at Rytsar, he stated, “You never have to doubt our intentions toward you.”
Tears flooded the Russian’s eyes. “I know this…forgive me.”
Sir put his hand on Rytsar’s shoulder. “You will never want for trust or support from us.”
Rytsar grunted in understanding, wrapping his arms around them both.
Because he had kept up an appearance of composure when confronted with this unusual twist of fate, Brie had failed to grasp how deep his foundation had been shaken.
Sir left Rytsar’s house to pore over the paternity tests. When Brie went to check on him, Sir informed her that he would be leaving and wasn’t sure when he would be back.
“What’s wrong, Sir?”
“I am taking Gray’s advice and making sure I understand the whole picture.”
When Sir returned hours later, he was adamant that they speak to Rytsar immediately.
“What did you discover?” she asked, now worried.
“There’s no time to explain.”
Brie quickly grabbed Hope and followed him outside.
Pounding on the door of Rytsar’s home, Sir waited several minutes before Maxim answered it. The inside of the beach house was pure chaos and poor Little Sparrow was running around the house, looking lost and afraid.
Rytsar was oblivious, directing his men, who were assisting the movers as they packed boxes and readied the furniture for the long trip back to Russia.
Brie’s heart skipped a beat on seeing the house in such disarray. It made the reality of this move more real to her. She looked to Sir, praying he had good news.
“What’s up, comrade?” Rytsar shou
ted above the din.
“We need to talk—privately.”
Rytsar furrowed his brow. “What…now?”
Sir gave him a look, then gestured to the door.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Rytsar told his men to continue under Maxim’s direction.
Following behind Brie, Rytsar placed his hand on her back as he looked down at Hope tenderly.
I will miss this… Brie thought.
Without speaking, Sir walked to the beach and headed toward the water’s edge, but Rytsar reached out and stopped him.
“Enough with the mystery. What is this about?”
“Anton, I believe you are being deceived.”
Rytsar’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you say that?”
Sir glanced at Brie briefly before looking Rytsar in the eyes. “There is reason to question whether the child is yours or not.”
Rytsar’s nostrils flared in anger. “Don’t do this to me! Don’t make me question this more than I already have.”
Pulling the tests from his suit jacket, Sir opened them, pointing to the results of each one. “These seem conclusive on their own, yes. But, I assume you did not have your brothers tested?”
“Why would I do that?” Rytsar shouted, looking at Sir as if he’d gone mad.
Sir was unaffected by his burst of anger and continued, “It’s possible one of them is a better match. Because the five of you have such similar genetics, it’s unreasonable to assume paternity based on your blood alone. Getting them all tested would prove conclusively whether or not you are the father.”
Brie could see the veins in Rytsar’s neck pulsing in rage. “Are you telling me that one of my brothers is trying to pass his bastard child off as mine?”
Sir shook his head. “I make no such claim. However, without a blood sample from all four, you will never know if this child is truly yours.”
Brie’s heart began to race. She wondered if it were possible.
Rytsar growled ominously. “I hope you are wrong, moy droog, because I cannot face another betrayal from my family. I cannot!”
Sir met his rage head on. “There is no point in speculating. Get the tests done so you can face the future with confidence.”
“Why did you have to bring this into question now?” he asked resentfully.
Sir put an arm around him. “I have felt unsettled about this whole situation, but it took looking at these tests to help clarify the root of my suspicions. I’ve spoken to several experts who agree that paternity testing between brothers is inconclusive without a comparison of the results. I know this is difficult for you but, as your brother, it’s my duty to make certain no stone is left unturned.”
Rytsar growled under his breath. “I cannot deal with the consequences if you are right.”
Brie clutched Hope against her and reached out to comfort him with her other hand. “We stand beside you no matter what the future holds, Rytsar.”
When Rytsar turned to meet her gaze, the torment she saw in those sad blue eyes just about did her in. He’d lost too much, been hurt by too many, to face the possibility of this kind of betrayal.
Looking up to the heavens, he cried, “Tatianna and Mamulya, you know I accepted my fate. I cannot go back to questioning everything again.”
Brie and Sir stood beside him in silent solidarity.
When Hope began to fuss, Rytsar glanced down at her and immediately ripped off his shirt.
“Your skin is burning, moye solntse,” he said in concern as he shielded her from the rays of the sun with his shirt.
Rytsar’s love for Hope was unquestionable. Because of that, Brie had been surprised when he’d mentioned not feeling an immediate attachment to the boy when they first met. At the time, she had discounted it, chalking it up to the shock of the situation.
Now, Brie wondered if Rytsar had instinctually picked up on the fact that the child was one of his brothers and not his.
If the boy isn’t his…Rytsar will have no reason to move.
It was a selfish thought and Brie quickly pushed it away. She understood the terrible betrayal Rytsar would face if the boy turned out not to be his. He didn’t deserve to suffer that level of treachery.
“I’m unsure I want to know, comrade,” Rytsar confessed to Sir.
“You couldn’t live without knowing any more than I could.”
“But, I may not survive the consequences of the truth.”
“You will, because we won’t let you fall.”
Rytsar halted the move temporarily and then wasted no time in hiring a medical team to visit each brother to perform a full physical “for insurance purposes.”
Knowing that the results might prove devastating for Rytsar, Sir pushed back his schedule for the week and arranged a babysitter for Hope so they could travel with him to Russia. He felt it was important that they both be there when Rytsar got the results.
As Brie and Sir packed for the trip, she admitted, “I’m feeling conflicted.”
“How so, babygirl?”
“If this child is Rytsar’s, we lose him, but I know he will be a good father. If it turns out the child is not his, I’m afraid it will break Rytsar in a way he hasn’t experienced before.”
Sir wrapped his arms around her. “That is why we must stand strong for him. Whichever way this plays out, Rytsar is going to lose something.”
It broke Brie’s heart. “It’s not fair, Sir.”
“Nothing about this situation is fair to him.”
During their conversation, Hope had belly-crawled over to Sir and grabbed his pants leg. He leaned down and swept her up into the air.
“Come to Papa!”
Brie smiled as she watched Sir with Hope. For a man who had been afraid of the kind of father he would be, Sir had grown into the role as naturally as breathing. It had taken no effort on his part, despite his many fears.
She knew Rytsar would be the same. In fact, she was certain of it—as long as he was given the chance.
Brie was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. “Sir, if Rytsar does end up moving, would you consider buying a place in Russia as a second home?”
Sir chuckled. “Funny you should mention that.”
Taking Hope with him, he headed into his office and then came out carrying a manila folder. Grinning, he handed it to her. “Great minds think alike.”
Brie opened it and started laughing as she scanned through the papers. “There has to be at least fifteen different homes here.”
“I was curious about what was available in Moscow. It would be a financial burden, but we can make the adjustments necessary to accommodate it.”
“Anything worth doing requires sacrifice,” Brie agreed. She sat down at the kitchen table and spread them all out, her heart quickening as she looked at the houses in Rytsar’s homeland.
Sir leaned down and kissed Brie on the top of her head. “Check those over while I take our little princess for a diaper change.”
While she waited for them to return, Brie picked out three houses that had caught her eye. For Brie, however, the deciding factor would be the distance from Rytsar’s residence.
Although he had completely restored his family mansion after the fire, she knew he rarely visited it.
He’d recently confessed to her, “After losing the last of my mother’s personal belongings in the explosion and the fire that followed, I’ve never felt a desire to go back there.”
“Even though it’s part of the Durov heritage?”
He smiled sadly. “While I’m certainly a Durov descendant, the only blood I identify with is my mother’s—and there was nothing left of her things after the fire.”
Brie felt his pain. It must have been unbearable to lose not only his mother but every single physical reminder of her as well.
“Who lives there now?” she’d asked.
“No one. I invite people who have been loyal to the Durov family to stay whenever they visit Moscow. I see no reason to let it sit idle.”
“So, no on
e lives there permanently?”
It disturbed Brie for some reason, even though it was Rytsar’s to do with as he saw fit. But, she’d felt compelled to ask, “How do your brothers feel about that?”
He looked at her and shrugged. “I do not know, radost moya. They never bothered to tell me.”
Despite the dicey reconciliation he’d had with Andrev after the rescue, Brie was aware that they had not gathered as a family since. Each of the brothers had gone back to living his own life apart from the others.
It seemed his father’s plan to break them apart was still playing out long after his death. How sad to think that not even Rytsar’s near-death experience had been enough to bring the five brothers back together.
Now, Rytsar was facing the possibility that one of his brothers had gotten Sasha pregnant and was trying to make him believe it was his.
With such an immense fortune at stake, Brie knew there was no limit to what people were capable of.
When Sir returned with Hope, Brie pointed to all the houses she’d picked out and asked, “Are there any here that caught your eye, Sir?”
He leaned in to give her a kiss. “The only requirement I have for any home is that you are in it.”
Brie laughed softly as she took his face in her hands and returned his kiss with a deeper one. “Just when I think I can’t love you anymore, Sir, you go and say something like that…”
Clash
Three days later, Rytsar, Sir and Brie were waiting in a large doctor’s office in downtown Moscow. The doctor was five minutes late and Brie was struggling to stay still, jittery as she was about the results.
She could feel waves of anxiety rolling off Rytsar as he paced back and forth. Sir chose to stand beside Brie, but he eyed his friend with concern.
Unfortunately, nothing anyone could say at this point would comfort him. At least Rytsar would soon know the truth.
Brie and Sir moved to stand beside Rytsar when the doctor walked in.
He held out his hand to Rytsar and shook it firmly. “I’m Doctor Orlov. Please take a seat, Mr. Durov.”
“Nyet.”
When Rytsar refused, he looked to Brie and Sir. “Please sit.”