Nikolai
I’m beyond fucking furious. It’s been two days since I had the woman I’ve been waiting a fuck of a long time for, and she’s gone again. Yesterday, she left the house while I was in the shower; then she was home when I was gone. She locks her bedroom door, but if she thinks that’s going to stop me, she really doesn’t know the man I am.
Today she’s gone yet a-fucking-gain. I push the door open to her room, the floral scent of her perfume still lingers in the air. My cock stirs to life as it does whenever I think of my woman.
My gaze goes around her bedroom. It’s clean and tidy, not a thing out of place. I spy her pill packet and the surge of rage hits me just as it did when she told me that she was taking the contraceptive. I can’t explain why the fuck it infuriates me, but there’s one thing I know for certain, she’s mine and when we fuck, there’ll be nothing between us. I move toward the packet and see that there’s only five missing from this strip.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and call the doctor that I have on payroll. “You heard,” I snarl. I despise having to repeat myself, and I fucking hate when people try and deny me.
“But, Mr. Vasiliev, that’s unethical,” he stutters, no doubt wishing I’d find a new doctor to do my dealings with.
“That may be so, Garrison, but I’m not asking about ethics. I’m telling you that I want a new pack of pills. But I want them to be placebo ones.”
“Mr. Vasiliev, I don’t know where I’d get them from.”
“You’re a liar, Garrison, unless you want me to pay a visit to your wife, I’d suggest that you get onboard with what I’m looking for.”
He’s silent for a beat. “I can have them for you in a week.”
My laughter is chilling. “You’ll have them for me in an hour.”
The sharp intake of breath is enough for me to know that I have finally gotten through to him. Good. “Have one of your men come by the clinic.”
“Good, next time, do as I say when I say.”
“Yes, Mr. Vasiliev,” he responds instantly.
“Oh, and, Garrison,” I say before he ends the call, something he hasn’t yet learned not to do. I am the boss, I will tell you when the conservation is done, not the other way around. “You give me anything but what I have asked for, make sure that you kiss your wife and daughter goodbye.” I end the call and glare at the offending strip.
“You’re crazy, you know that right?” Ilya tells me with a chuckle.
“That’s been rumored for years,” I reply with a grunt. “What are you doing here, Ilya?” I ask as I turn to face him.
My deputy, he’s the man who has been at my side since the very beginning. Who knows absolutely everything there is to know about me, including this farce of a marriage to Adele.
“I received a call from Stefan. Your wife is currently being fucked by a rich dude in Vegas.”
I shrug, not in the least bit bothered by what that bitch is doing. “And?”
He smirks. “Here I was going to give you the news that the suka is doing what we have suspected long before you married her, and I find out that you’re switching her daughter’s birth control. Tell me, Nik, have you lost your mind?”
“Watch it,” I snarl.
His eyes widen at my words. “Watch it. What the hell, Nikolai? We have been friends since we were kids. Now you’re telling me to watch it. What is going on?”
I scrub my hand down my face. “I’m fucking losing it, Ilya. The moment I saw her, I knew she would be mine.”
His eyebrows practically hit his hairline.
“She’s avoiding me,” I hiss. “She’s gone when I shower and returns when I’m at the club.”
His lips twitch. “And you’re switching her pills because...“
“I want to,” I reply, I don’t owe anyone an explanation.
“You do this and she could end up pregnant. That what you want?”
Yes. That’s exactly what I fucking want.