Russian Mafia Billionaire’s Secretary

by Lee, Leona

  “Alyssa, I think you missed your calling,” she said aloud as she snapped a picture to text to her sister.

  The wrap dress fit snugly around her hips, with the halter portion leaving very little to the imagination with its deep cleavage and open back. Deciding to leave her hair down again, she combed it out as best as she could but in Miami’s humidity, it was already curling.

  Giving herself one last look, she exited her room and almost walked into Alexander who was standing in front of her bedroom door about to knock. His mouth fell open as he looked her up and down.

  “Wow, Alanna. You look…incredible.” Taking her hand, he escorted her out of her room and turned her around in a slow circle, as he whistled in appreciation. “You looked fantastic last night in that green dress, but this…wow.”

  Alanna blushed at the compliments. She knew that she looked good, but she hadn’t anticipated this response.

  “Thank you,” she finally managed to say. “Where are we going?”

  “Tatiana’s. It is one of Anastasia’s favorite restaurants. Personally, I think it’s a bit over the top, but she insists on coming here every time they are in town.”

  As they walked toward the elevator, Alanna remembered how much cocaine Anastasia did the night before. “Oh, do they come to Miami often?”

  “Dah. Their oldest is in culinary school here and they just had a baby. For a while, she was flying down once a week. Maksim got tired of all the money she was spending on a hotel, so he bought a large house for his son with room for them to stay when they visit.”

  “So, is that where they’re staying?” Alanna wasn’t sure why she wanted to know, but she couldn’t help pushing for more information.

  Laughing, “Oh no. My old friend can manage maybe…two hours around the baby and his daughter-in-law before he’s looking for an excuse to leave. When he is in town, they stay at a hotel and he gives the excuse about his son and daughter-in-law still being newlyweds when they’ve been married for four years.”

  Alanna couldn’t help laughing along with him. When Roman was a baby, between his colic and teething stages, there were far too many nights where her and her sister went without sleep. She understood all too well how difficult it is when the baby cries.

  When they arrived at the Russian nightclub, Maksim was in the car behind them. Alanna was surprised when she saw a young man, instead of his wife, step out of the car with him.

  “There you are, Alexander,” Maksim called out as they met them in front of the club. “And the lovely, Alanna, is here again. This is my son, Sasha. Anastasia apologizes for not coming tonight as this was her idea, but both mother and daughter are under the weather so, she decided to stay to help out.”

  Alanna shook both of their hands and some quick words were exchanged in Russian before they walked inside. Expecting much of the same, as the night before, she was pleasantly surprised at how much of the conversation took place in English. Every time Maksim would say something in Russian, Sasha was quick to shift to English or would lean toward her and quickly translate.

  The drinks didn’t flow as fast either. After the first bottle of wine was finished off, each knew drink was met by disapproving looks from Sasha. Alanna wondered how he would respond if he knew that his mother enjoyed getting high.

  The food was amazing and she learned a great deal about Russian cuisine from Sasha, who happily described the different dishes, as they ate. Between acts on the stage, both father and son asked her questions about her job and home life, and she was pleased to share photos of her son and sister.

  When the show was over and they were walking back to the valet stand, Alanna thanked Sasha for making her feel so welcome.

  “It was my pleasure. My father and his friends sometimes forget how to behave in front of Americans,” he confided in her, as Alexander glared at him.

  Saying their goodbyes, they rode back to the hotel in silence. Alanna could tell something was off, but she wasn’t sure what was wrong. Before she could say anything, they pulled up in front of their hotel.

  Stepping out of the car, Alexander escorted her inside and up to their floor. Opening the door to their suite, he waited for her to walk in first before shutting the door behind them.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she began but before she could say more, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the door.

  “Did you enjoy flirting with Sasha all evening,” he growled, as he looked down at her.

  “I did nothing of the sort!”

  “You do know that he is married, dah?” he questioned.

  “Of course, I do. We were sharing photos of our children. Look, I don’t know what you thought was going on, but he was nice to me. Every time you and Maksim would shift to Russian, he made sure to include me, which was something that didn’t happen last night.” Alanna didn’t know why she was suddenly so angry, as she tried to get away from the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired.”

  As she tried to push him away, he gripped her wrists and pulled them above her head. “I could not take my eyes off you all evening in this dress and you spent the entire time talking with that boy.”

  Alanna knew he didn’t have as much to drink as he did the night before, so she couldn’t understand his sudden demeanor.

  “He was nice to me,” she shot back again, angrily. “And he made a point of making me feel welcome. Look, I don’t know what has your panties in a wad, tonight, but I’m not interested. So, if you’ll excuse me.”

  Before she could say or do anything else, his lips came crashing down on hers. Too shocked to stop him, her lips parted on a gasp and he invaded her mouth. Alexander tangled his fingers in her hair as he tightened his hold, forcing her to tilt her head for better access. Alanna angrily responded by kissing him back and the two dueled with each other, each vying for superiority over the other.

  Releasing her wrists, he tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to rub his hand on her thigh. Breaking the kiss, he shifted his wet mouth from her lips to her neck. He planted moist kisses all over her neck and licked her ear before whispering in her ear.

  “I cannot wait to take you, again.” Biting down lightly on her earlobe, Alanna moaned, as her hands found their way to his chest. The sensation of his tongue against her flesh sent shockwaves throughout her body and any thought of fighting him fled, as her fingers fumbled at the buttons on his shirt.

  Sliding his hand across her hip, he groaned loudly when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties. His fingers easily worked their way over to her mound before sliding down to find her so ready for him.

  “So wet already for me,” he murmured against her neck. She let out a gasp as he moved his fingers and her body quickly responded to his touch. He leaned into her ear once again and said, “I could fuck you right here.”

  Alexander’s fingers targeted her warm, wet middle and he massaged her hardened nub, his fingers easily sliding inside her, as he made small scissor motions. She opened her eyes to look at him when he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers.

  “How is it possible that you taste better than before?” he mused.

  Emboldened by his attention, Alanna moved her body closer to his and teased him. She ran her fingers down his muscular body and to his tightened bulge in his pants. She cupped his manhood through his dress pants and felt it grow with her every touch. She bit her lip and looked up at him, as she tugged at his shirt.

  Reaching behind her, he released the clasp at her neck, and smiled at her when he realized that she was completely nude under her dress. Shrugging her shoulders, she grinned at him.

  “I didn’t have anything appropriate to wear under the dress,” she answered his unspoken question.

  He groaned in answer, as he cupped her breasts, massaging them as his lips found hers again. She rubbed her hands across his chest and around his back, scratching at his smooth skin with her nails.

  Stepping back, he pulled his jacket off, dropping it
on the floor where he stood. His shirt was quick to follow but he paused after he toed off his shoes, watching as Alanna shimmied out of her dress leaving her in her high heels.

  “You are so beautiful, Alanna,” he announced as he dropped to his knees and parted her folds with his fingers. Her body glistened with wetness, as he rubbed her clit and massaged it while he stared into her eyes. She felt exposed in the moment, with her body plastered against the door, her hair messily around her. Her heart raced and she felt breathless in anticipation, as he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. He pinned her to the door with an arm across her middle and easily inserted two fingers deep inside her again and began to twist his fingers, rubbing at all her more sensitive spots.

  Dropping his head, he lavished attention on her clit with his tongue, pulling and sucking, as his fingers continued to move, pressing and rubbing. Moaning, Alanna settled her hands on his head, tangling her fingers in his hair as she pushed his head harder against her.

  Using his shoulder, he lifted her other leg onto his shoulders, lifting her off the floor and holding her against the door as he sucked harder against her clit. With a loud cry, Alanna came, her body shaking in response to the orgasm that coursed through her.

  Not allowed to calm down, Alexander continued to lick and suck, while he added a third finger eagerly thrusting inside her as her body responded with another orgasm.

  Shaking from the pleasure, her legs felt as though they would collapse when he set her back on her feet. Not giving her time to find out, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. Pushing the door open with his foot, he set her on the bed where she lay sprawled while he finished undressing.

  When his boxers hit the floor, his stiff cock sprang forward eager to be buried deep inside her. She marveled at how magnificent he looked, standing before her, naked. The man was definitely gorgeous and that look he was giving her had her insides bouncing around like electrical charges.

  Kneeling on the bed beside her, he was surprised when she reached out to slide her hand over his shaft. He let out a grunt in satisfaction as her hand tightened with each stroke. Rolling up to her knees, she pushed him back onto the bed and worked her way between his legs. Her eyes met his and she took his cock into her mouth as he watched. She sucked hard on his length and looked up as she studied his reaction. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as she took him in and out of her eager mouth.

  “Oh, Alanna,” he uttered as she licked the tip of his cock. As she moved her mouth back and forth over his hardened manhood, she felt his hands on her head guiding her movements. She sucked hard with each upward pull of her mouth, pressing down on the underside of his shaft with her tongue at each downward press.

  She could feel his body begin to tighten, as his orgasm grew. Easing off slightly, she licked his shaft again, enjoying her power over his enjoyment. Before she could continue, he tightened his hold on her hair, stilling her movements.

  Reaching down, he pulled her up to join him as she straddled his legs. Patting his hand on the nightstand, he grabbed a condom and tore the wrapper off. Before he could put it on, Alanna took it from him and placed it on the tip of his cock before rolling it down.

  Without waiting, she leaned up on one leg and reached out to guide his hard cock into the warm reaches of her body. Rocking her hips, she easily seated herself on his shaft and they both moaned with pleasure.

  Lifting her hips, she began to raise and lower herself, as she rocked her hips back and forth. As she worked her body, he reached up to fondle her breasts, tweaking at her nipples, as she bit her lip at the pleasure tendrils that raced around her body.

  Reaching up, he held her by the back of the neck and her low back as he rolled her over onto her back. Looking up at him in surprise, he grinned down at her as he began to pound into her harder and faster. Pulling her legs up, she wrapped them tightly around his waist, lifting her hips to meet each downward thrust.

  She panted, as she held tight to him. Her body welcoming each hard thrust. His grunts became louder and more frequent, and she knew that he was about to come. Moaning his name, she orgasmed, her muscles clenching tight, as his thrusts became erratic. He pushed forward with one last thrust and she moaned in response.

  He gave her a smile and collapsed on top of her before rolling to his back. Sitting up, he carefully removed the condom, before standing up to deposit it in the trash. He walked over to the window and gazed outside.

  “You should see how beautiful it is,” he told her as he peered toward her collapsed body on the bed.

  She walked over to join him at the window. He pulled her body into his as he steadied her in front of him. He embraced her tightly as they admired the view of the star-filled sky.

  “It’s beautiful,” she noted as he tightened his grip around her. “We don’t get to see as many stars in New York.” She felt his warmth and longed for him never to let go. She worried that this was a mistake and things would be different when they returned home. Whatever they had going on, she wanted to explore it but not if it risked her job.

  “No regrets,” he scolded lightly, as though he could read her thoughts.

  He loosened his grip and his hands fell to her waist. He gently turned her around to face him. His expression turned from sensual to serious as her heartbeat quickened.

  “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us,” he muttered as she listened intently. “Having sex sometimes changes the dynamic between two people. I really like you, Alanna.”

  She thought quietly about Alexander’s words.

  “Of course,” she replied. “Nothing has to change.” But in her heart, it already had.

  He left the bedroom as she made her way back to his bed. She sat down on the soft bed and thought about what he had said.

  “I had sex with a billionaire,” she thought as she awaited his return. She glanced around the room at the lavish accommodations that surrounded her. Alexander could command an army of people to gratify his every wish on a whim and her biggest worry was having enough money to cover her rent.

  She drifted further into thought as she grasped the white top sheet to cover herself. “I had sex with my boss, again,” she scolded herself as she snapped into the reality of the situation. She knew in that moment that things would be different between the two of them despite his words.

  “I should probably go to my room,” she told herself quietly as she scanned the floor for her clothes but remembered that they were in the other room. Grabbing her shoes, she walked toward the door but Alexander stopped her.

  “You should stay, Alanna,” he said as he walked in carrying bottled water. “There is no rush.”

  “I just thought you might want to be alone,” she told him quietly, as she tried to step around him. He looked displeased at the suggestion.

  “No, I want you to stay, please,” he urged her. He walked over to the bed and patted a spot for her to join him. She sat down next to him, her shoes gripped tightly in her hands.

  He unscrewed the cap on one of the bottles and handed it to her. Taking a long drink, she nodded her head.

  “That’s better,” he said with a smile. Reaching out, he brushed her hair off her face.

  Dropping her shoes, she crawled back onto the bed with him and he pulled her body closer to his holding her tightly as they lay next to each other in his bed. Alanna felt comforted by his warm embrace and quickly fell asleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next morning, Alanna woke alone in bed. Sitting up, she saw a robe lying at the foot of the bed. Slipping it on, she stepped out from the bedroom to find Alexander freshly showered and enjoying a cup of coffee while talking on his phone. Motioning for her to sit down, she joined him at the small table to pour herself a cup of coffee.

  Staring out at the beach while she sipped her coffee, she marveled at how different their view was compared to New York. She could get used to this, she thought to herself.

  Ending his call, he set
his phone down. “You look beautiful this morning.”

  Nodding her head, Alanna hid behind her cup of coffee as she blushed. She didn’t feel beautiful this morning; she felt completely ordinary.

  “Don’t hide your beauty, Alanna, own it,” he urged her. He grazed the side of her face with his hand gently as he tried to reassure her that she was in fact gorgeous.

  She looked up at him and smiled sweetly still unsure how to respond, which was an odd sensation for her. With her bright red hair and pale skin, she was used to standing out amongst others.

  “I’m famished,” he told her as he lifted the lids off the different plates. Alanna’s own stomach growled in protest and she grabbed a piece of bacon and took a bite; closing her eyes as she savored it.

  Leaning toward her, he caressed her cheek and pressed his lips against hers before snatching her bacon and popping it in his mouth with a grin.

  “Hey!” she protested. “There’s a plate of it right there.”

  Laughing, he picked up another piece and offered it to her. “I know, but the way you were enjoying yours, it seemed like the best piece on the plate.”

  Smiling at him, she bit into the bacon, enjoying its smoky flavor. “I can’t help it; it’s my favorite breakfast food.”

  They enjoyed their breakfast, chatting as though they were old friends. When they finished, Alanna excused herself to shower while Alexander fielded another phone call.

  She stepped into the shower and felt the warmth of the water as it cascaded down her skin. Steam filled the air as she stood underneath the steady stream of hot water. She thought about last night and how she slept with Alexander, again. She worried about how this would affect their work dynamic. While she was naturally drawn to the man, she also knew that her family came first. The salary she was earning at Denisov International was well-above normal and she couldn’t afford to lose her job. If she had to quit, she’d be forced to work two jobs just to come close to the salary she was making and she wasn’t prepared to miss out on Roman growing up simply to make ends meet. And if they had to move to a more affordable area, it would mean leaving her sister behind or forcing her to change schools.