Stealing Beauty

I rest my head against the pillows, breathing harshly. He falls to the side of me, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side. “Thank you,” he whispers in my hair, kissing my cheek. A light sound of breathing takes over the silence; I look at him and see he fell asleep. I smile to myself then reality hits me. I stare at him again. Damn, he’s gorgeous. In that second, I know that I’m an idiot. Who the fuck goes to bed with someone they just met? Never mind, many people have hookups, but not with their kidnapper.

I slide out from underneath his arm. Immediately I feel the loss of his touch, but I have to get away. I grab my clothes and fix my bikini top. My purse is right where I left it. And to my surprise, my suitcase is also there, so I take some clean clothes Rushing quietly to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and I can’t believe how sexy I look. It’s as if getting fucked brought out the vixen in me, and it shows fabulously. I take out my phone, but I don’t have any missed calls or messages from my brother. I’m surprised by it then I remember what he said, he’s got the insanity that Mikhail has.

Wash up in the shower, then send my brother a message as I put on my undies. What’s going on?

I slip on a pair of capris and a tank top, then I take his brush to my hair. Thankfully, it’s easy to go through. He replies back, Busy, let me know if you want me to send someone to get you.

No, I’m fine.

I see a shadow come into the bathroom and it’s Mikhail. “Are you hiding from me?” he asks. Then my phone dings in with a response from my brother. Before I can grab it, Mikhail does.

“Good, keep that fuck busy,” he reads aloud. “What does that mean? Please don’t tell me that you gave me your virginity for an ulterior motive. Did your brother put you up to this?” He shakes the phone at me, clearly pissed off.

I snatch the phone from him and set it on the vanity. I am not going to put up with shit like that. I know damn well that text is damning, but that’s because he seduced me into forgetting why I went down to his office. “Calm your crazy stalker ass down. It’s not what you think. And I don’t appreciate the mistrust since you’re the one who kidnapped me. I barely had a conversation with my brother before you came into the room twice now. Are you always going to think I’m lying to you?”

He runs his hands through his hair as he meditates the situation. He knows that I’m being honest. I didn’t tell him Julian’s motives, but they aren’t mine. I didn’t give Mikhail my virginity to buy my brother a deal of any sort. “You said what was between us was between us, not you and Julian.”

“Yes,” he mutters, nodding and staring into my eyes.

“Well, this is just between you and me. I didn’t just give my ‘once in a lifetime’ gift to a man for my brother’s sake. His business is his own.”

“Come here. I’m sorry for accusing you. I just don’t know why he would want to keep me busy.” I could see the suspicion in his eyes.

“I do.”

“What is it?”

“I was supposed to tell you, but then everything in your office happened and then we…”

I grab my phone and scroll up to the earlier texts.

“I can’t read in Spanish,” he admits sheepishly. I don’t know why I can’t for the life of me even understand the Russian alphabet even though Destiny tries to teach me.

I read what it says in English, and he gets pissed instantly. He walks out of the bathroom and throws on some clothes without saying a word. Even in his anger, he’s hot, but I’m worried he’d try to hurt my brother.

“Remember if you do anything to hurt Julian, there’s nothing you can do to keep me.” He freezes, turns to look at me, and I see the pain and confusion in his eyes.

“Don’t fucking make threats like that. Don’t do that to me. Don’t tell me you’re leaving. I’m already losing my shit about this. Someone sent my sister over there. I’d been too damn busy with my obsession with you to see that someone was setting her up. I know it’s not your brother, but his interest in my sister isn’t good.”

“Why not?”

“She’s young.”

“And so am I.”

“He’s just using her to get back at me,” he exclaims, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and running his hands over his legs.

“Are you serious? If that was the case, don’t you think he’d wait until he got what he wanted, then send her back to you? Maybe your sister is so perfect he wants her like you want me. Is that impossible? If the picture on your desk is your sister, she’s stunning.” Fuck, even I can hear the jealousy in my voice. He does and pulls me onto his lap.