Mikhail
Itear down the road like a madman on my motorcycle.
I’m going way past the speed limit and taking the corners too sharp, but I need to feel something other than mind-fucked.
I miss her.
I miss Adriana and everything about her.
I miss being buried deep inside her, touching her, being around her.
But I keep telling myself what I’m doing is for the best.
I keep telling myself staying away from her is for the best.
This way, I can focus on my work and what needs to be done.
This way, I can stop myself from falling for her and our marriage can be exactly what it was supposed to be. Business.
However, at no point has it been better for me because all I’m doing is driving myself crazy.
Like now.
Weeks ago, I never thought the princess had it in her to talk back to me with such defiance, much less speak to my staff the way she put Irena in her place.
She was right to.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I didn’t want an environment where the staff could socialize, but she was right to point out that I was doing exactly that.
Irena is a maid who was a friend to my sister. I gave her a job five years ago when she needed it after Talia split her work between Europe and the States.
Talia didn’t need a maid anymore so I helped out when she asked. I tend to forget Irena works for me because of the length of time I’ve known her. I’m probably more easy-going with her, which sends the wrong message to everyone else. Including her. I’m certain she would have thought my interest ran deeper than professional on several occasions, and the looks of interest have not escaped me.
Unlike Ivan, who would fuck every nubile woman willing to ride his cock, I don’t. Contrary to what my wife believes, I have no interest in Irena.
I just wasn’t thinking I’d piss off my already pissed-off wife when Irena came up to talk to me.
The whole time she spoke to me, I struggled to concentrate because all I wanted to do was reach for the woman next to me I gave my name to and reacquaint myself with her body.
I have a wife.
Me.
A wife who smart-mouthed me in a way that would have warranted a spanking a few weeks back. There’s only one problem with punishment like that. It no longer works on those who have submitted, and worse, it doesn’t work if it turns into fun.
Then it becomes the prelude to fucking. I was on the verge of taking Adriana right there on the table and had to hold back.
The message from Eric snapped me back into focus.
We’ve been watching Ivan’s movements like hawks. Nothing has come up so far. My brother is a sneaky fucker. It’s hard to pin down what he’s up to.
Eric wants me to meet him because he found some figures and business transactions in the system that don’t look right.
He wants me to verify them because they look off.
It’s easier if I help with these finds because Ivan had to do my job when I was in the hospital.
It doesn’t take me long to get to get the hotel Eric is staying at.
