Claimed By The Russian Billionaire

“We were all strong Mary-your mum more than most; it was a pity she left so soon.” She reached out to Mary’s shoulders “And if you are anything like her then, dem hard headed kids better watch out now. Come along with me, so I can introduce you to the group and get you started”

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The city, which was a rather large one, was divided into three major parts: the south, which covered the slums of the city, merited its own police precinct, and was not too far from the boardwalk which ran along the beach. There was the central part of the city which was mainly the business center, in the west, and its concomitant subsidiaries; the school district in the East, where was located the local hospitals and the youth center among other social endeavors. And lastly, at the far end of the city there was the East side which housed the more affluent citizenry. Walking along this section of the city, whether because of the royal balconies which led out to the rolling gardens, and lush green lawns or the smart uniforms of the helping hands that ran the houses, one would always the impression of being in another reality all together.

It was into such a pampered reality that Leander awoke to that morning, and every other morning for that matter. The crumpled silk sheets which covered the soft, king-sized bed, were the color of Lavender, and gave a soft, lazy rustle as he rolled over in bed. Leander was less interested in the treasures of the god life than he was in what he could get with them. He was not alone on the bed that morning, and he stretched his hand lazily to stroke the neck of the latest super model to snuggle up in his bed.

The model, Alecsa Nikolaev, which was the trendy short for Alexandra Nikolaev, smiled and snuggled deeper into the warm blanket she was under. The previous night had been wonderful, and she felt the morning had come too fast. Even though she was hot property at the moment, she was relatively new to the pop scene and was about as conservative as you would expect to find among such a crowd. She was a beautiful brunette, with an oval shaped chin and red, luscious lips that bounded a close cropped mouth which could nonetheless spread out to the most breath-taking smile. However, it was the “new girl on the scene” aura that she had or perhaps the “good girl” airs which she carried which had every wolf in town whistling-including the baddest of the bunch, Leander Kolarov, the handsome billionaire playboy whom ladies never seemed to tire of, nor stories about whom the gossip columns never seemed to be satiated.

He had been after this particular girl for weeks and presently he crossed the miles of bed space to get to cover her ash-colored morning face in self-satisfied kisses. He was Russian and she was Russian, he was devastatingly handsome and she was likewise-it seemed like a match made in heaven.

He knew it would not last though. He was too restless. He suspected that she suspected the same thing and he wondered about this as he covered her neck with soft kisses. It must be the eyes he joked to himself conceitedly. She smiled at the sweet distraction from her sleep.

“You know a girl needs her beauty sleep, Leander” she joked, turning to face him.

He gave a low growl as he felt himself arouse, still kissing her, “If your secret’s sleep, then I think you have had enough already”

She giggled at this, excited at the prospect of him all over her again as he snuggled into the blanket to join her.

*****

Mary barely made it home that night. She was bushed and had been ready to sleep on her feet if anything had delayed her on her way home. She stumbled through the door of the apartment, and found everything tidy, the table laid out and dinner in its final stages on the cooker.

“Andre?” She called out warily before she started on her way towards her bedroom.

He did not answer, but she could hear him whistling on in the kitchen. She pushed any worry out her mind as she went in to freshen up. She knew Andre well and when he cooked he was up to something.

Andre was an able hand in the kitchen and the meal was good as usual. They were seated at the round mini table that served as a dinner table on the rare occasions when they could eat together. Mary had to remark inwardly that the table looked quite nice, decked with her favorite green table cloth and all but outwardly she stared at Andre with wary eyes, intent like a hawk. This amused Andre in no small measure and Mary could see by his smile that he was enjoying every moment.