“I’ll have someone pick you up.”
“No way, Misha. You’re in rare form this month and fucking up in every way. If you ask someone to get me, the man might accidentally run me over. I’ll get to you on my own. Where will you be?”
“At Olesya’s old condo. I’ll see you soon.”
“Fine, try not to get any more enemies before I arrive.”
“I’ll do my best.” I hung up and looked at Maxwell. “My top security guy is on his way.”
“Is he decent?”
“One of the best.”
“Do you trust him?”
“We grew up together. His family sought refuge with my father when he was young.”
“Why?”
“His mother had been considered the most dangerous and feared woman in India. She’d been charged with over a hundred crimes and massacred over twenty men.”
“Her reason?”
“They stormed into her small village and gang-raped her and other women.”
“That would do it.”
“Her family fled the country after that. Somehow, they landed in Prague. My mother heard about it and forced my father to bring them into our castle.”
“Damn. His mother sounds like a badass woman. Is she still alive?”
“She passed many years later from old age. When I built my empire, I had Naveen join my team. He has a knack for guns and security.”
Maxwell frowned at me. “He better be the best. I’ve lost a lot of friends this year. I don’t want to mourn you too.”
“I’ll make sure that won’t happen.”Chapter 9
Ava
I woke up to my grandmother yelling down the hall. “If you don’t get out of my kitchen, I am going to bar you from this apartment!”
“Babochka, I’m trying to help.”
Humor laced her voice. “With no shirt on?”
“I didn’t want to get my shirt dirty.”
She laughed. “Rolan, get your half-naked behind out of the kitchen!”
Yawning, I rubbed my eyes and turned in bed.
Hold up!
Shock froze me. Misha’s sleeping face greeted my eyes. He had his shirt off. I lifted the blanket a little. He only wore black boxer briefs. Under the material, his cock lay against his muscular thigh, appearing between soft and fully erect.
The rough Russian voice sounded from the kitchen. “Babochka, just let me get one lick from the bowl. It smells so good.”
“Out!”
Grandmother has a new friend.
I giggled.
Misha opened his eyes.
I smiled at him. “When did you get here?”
“Several hours ago. You were passed out. I decided not to wake you.”
“And what made you visit?”
“I was in the neighborhood and wanted to sleep immediately.” Misha lifted his arm, captured my side, and effortlessly pulled me to him.
I gave him a skeptical expression. “You just happened to be in the neighborhood?”
“I wanted to cuddle with you.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“That’s the only answer I can give you.”
“Misha, I want to know what’s going on.”
“And you will.”
“When?”
“When it’s necessary.”
My stomach twisted into nervousness. “Bullshit. I want to know now.”
“Can I get some cuddling in before we get serious?”
“Maybe.”
“Thank you.”
“Hmmm.” I snuggled up against him. “I actually like waking up to your warm body next to mine.”
“Then, you will find me next to you a lot more.” He raised his head and sniffed. “It smells good. Who’s cooking?”
I sighed. “I told Grandma I was going to cook for you and she must have been worried that I might mess it up. Therefore, she is in the kitchen.”
“She’s cooking instead?”
“That’s what it sounds like. And your godfather is helping.”
He frowned. “More like flirting. I’ll have to put him on a leash.”
“Don’t worry. She will keep him in line. She sounded like she was having fun.”
“But is he still calling her babochka?”
I giggled. “He is.”
“Not good.”
“Why not?”
Sighing, Misha held me tighter. “First he gives the woman a nickname and then he begins courting her.”
I giggled.
“You think this is funny?”
“He seems like a nice father.”
“I’m trying to make a good impression with Mrs. Jones. I don’t need him creeping her out.”
My heart fluttered.
“It doesn’t matter what impression you make with her anymore. I have you and I’m not letting you go.” I kissed him. “It doesn’t matter what she says.”
“Still, I want her to like me.”
“She does.”
He rolled us over until I lay on top of him.
I giggled some more. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not letting me go?”
“No.” He pressed his mouth against mine and then dove his hands into my hair. When he moved away, I swore we were both breathless.
“You’re not letting me go. . .regardless of all the bad things that come with me?”
“Let’s focus on all the good right now.”
“We could focus on my big cock.”
“Do you have one?”
He pressed his length against me. “Don’t play with me, Ava.”
“I actually had a date with Bob—”
He rolled me over again until I was on my back. “You like flirting on a dangerous edge.”
“I don’t.”
He captured my mouth.
Falling into utter passion, I moaned.
He slipped his hands down, yanked up my shirt, and discovered my panties. “You don’t know about my nice big cock?”