Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Simple, we’re going to my place.”
She frowned. “Why are we going there?”
“For some privacy.”
“Oh, no, you’re taking me home. There’s a reason my parents sent Peter with me, and we’re not supposed to be together.”
“Come on, Galina, are you seriously going to take some archaic bullshit rule and follow it?” he asked.
“If it irritates you, then all of a sudden, I feel super happy about it.” She forced a smile to her lips, and was a little taken aback when he began to chuckle.
“Sure you are.” He blew out a breath. “You and I both know you’re not one for the nightclub.”
She didn’t like that he knew that. “You have no idea what I like and don’t like.”
Mikhail snorted. “You hated that. You kept looking for a way to escape. You’d have much rather stayed at home watching a good movie, or reading a decent book. I’m guessing it would have either been a chocolate milkshake, or a hot chocolate. Am I wrong?”
She opened her mouth and closed it. “That’s a lucky guess.”
“Not a lucky guess.”
“It doesn’t change anything.” She turned to look out the window.
“Or maybe you don’t want to admit that I’ve seen you a little too much.”
She wasn’t going to respond to him.
Mikhail had spent a lot of time at her parents’ house, hanging out with Peter, but she tried to avoid them both. She was happy to be friendless and in her own little world. People betrayed you. They constantly proved to be after their own agenda, and she found it easier to stay alone than to trust anyone.
Her life didn’t allow for many friendships, and those that had come in and out of her life had often ended in disappointment. She refused to open herself up again to anyone.
In less than five minutes, Mikhail had shown more of an interest in her life, as someone passing through, than anyone else. Not even her parents or her brother knew her that well.
She didn’t like it. It wouldn’t change the fact that he was still a stranger to her. Mikhail was going to be her husband, but that didn’t mean she had to give him an inch of anything.
****
Mikhail had no doubt in his mind that Galina would be easy. She was going to fight this engagement every single step of the way, and he was more than happy for her to do so. He didn’t want some submissive coward in his life. Galina had a spine, she had sass, and she turned him the fuck on every single time she used it.
Sparring with her, even in words, sent his blood pounding. Even now, he was hard as rock as he climbed out of the back of his car.
“Get out,” he said.
“No, you should be taking me to my parents’ house.”
“Galina, you and I both know your parents don’t give a fuck what happens between us as long as we both arrive at the church on time, and we both say I do.”
She wrinkled her nose.
“I can stay here all night long. It’s no skin off my nose, but don’t you want to wash the nightclub off?” he asked.
He saw that his suggestion was tempting.
Mikhail let out a low whistle. “I mean, I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but a lot of sex happens there. I’m talking orgies. You probably sat on a lot of spunk—”
“You’re disgusting.” She climbed out of the car and gave her body a shake as if warding off something sick and twisted.
In the plunging dress, her movements did superb things to her tits. They made them look so full, ripe, and ready to be sucked, not that he could see the whole of her breasts. Soon. So very soon, he was going to have his way with this beauty.
“Just kidding. After all the orgies, we make sure to hire fumigators to clean everything.” He took her hand and led her through to the elevator.
All their nightclubs were cleaned. No one, forensic or otherwise, would be able to find out who was at the bars, and that was the way they liked it.
“You’re an asshole, you know that, right?”
“And you’re just figuring this out now?” he asked, struggling to contain his laughter.
He had achieved his goal, which was Galina out of the car and easy to manage as he took her to the elevator, going toward the top floor to the penthouse suite. This had been a gift from his father on his eighteenth birthday.
Boris Belsky had never been so proud of his son. Mikhail had jumped through all the hoops, accomplished all the tasks, garnered the respect of soldiers, brigadiers, and associates. His name instilled fear and commanded respect, which was exactly what Boris wanted in his eldest son.
All Mikhail had yet to achieve was to find a wife, which he’d done, and have some kids. He knew he would need to have a son. He didn’t mind if he had sons and daughters.