Her Russian Billionaire

Chapter 7

“Kura. Kura. It’s late. You need to wake up.”

“Leave me alone.” I turned my body around, trying to avoid the s**t who’s trying to disturb my sleep. I pulled the blanket over to cover my head, diving deeper into the sheets.

“So you’re cranky in the mornings.”

I pulled the cover off, ready to wring a Russian neck. “Will you shut the f**k up or I’ll f*****g slice your f*****g balls and feed them to an angry pitbull.” He raised a brow as a response. He was already dressed up in his usual suit and tie but I’m not going to leave this bed unless I want to. I dived back to his super comfortable bed, ignoring him. It was also one of the reasons that I never want to get up. That and the way he had f****d me last night like had never used his d**k before and now he was addicted to it. He was f*****g insatiable.

I hear him sigh. “I’m going back for lunch. You better be dressed by then.”

“Whatever, bitch.” I muttered. Obviously, he heard. He unsheathed the cover, making the sunlight bathe my face. “Nile-“ He shut me up with a peck on my lips. I grumbled when he pulled up the blanket back to cover me.

I pulled down the covers and saw his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Cover the f*****g windows, you horny bastard.” I pulled up the covers again and finally closed my eyes. I smiled when I sensed him doing what I demanded him to. The sunlight no longer poked my eyes.

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He did come back during lunch. He brought me food too. Unfortunately for him, I was still sleeping soundly. And unfortunately for me, I was forced to get up. He demanded that I needed to eat lunch. The stomach agreed with a growl.

“Here, wear this.” I received the bag, thankful that I was able to wear fresh new clothes. I didn’t ask him where he got it though. A rich man like him surely has someone who runs his errands for him. That includes buying his woman he slept with some clothes. I planned to wear my outfit yesterday and go home to change but this was better. Saves me the trip.

After drying myself, I took out the contents inside the paper bag and surprise, surprise. Look what I found, a f*****g dress. Is he kidding me? I will damn choke that Russian neck of his. However I’m not gonna do that. I will play his game and I intend to win.

After I was done changing, I searched for him in the kitchen. He did say he’s going to set our lunch. He must have heard me when he spoke. “There’s heels in the living room to match your dress.” There was a teasing tone in his voice. He was sitting on one of the chairs of the kitchen island. The food was already set and he was leisurely drinking coffee.

“You know what’s funny?” He whirled around to see me. His face had a look that he was clearly expecting something before he stilled. “When I see that jaw of yours drop when you see me.” I smirked when he immediately closed his mouth with a dumbfounded look.

I walked towards him, intending to stop in front of him with too little space. “Nice try though.” I brushed my finger to his face. The warmth on his blushing face connected to my skin. “But it won’t work on me.” I then backed off. He coughed, clearing his throat with embarrassment.

Just because I don’t wear dresses doesn’t mean I hated wearing them. I wear them occasionally but my job requires comfortable clothes. There are these times that I deliberately do not wear them to annoy Quinn especially during board meetings and also with the clients. Nile was actually the first person to ever voice out his judgment, in other words rudeness.

I take a seat beside him, reaching the food for my hungry stomach. I felt his eyes wandering my body. The dress wasn’t that sexy. It was sophisticated but it still affected him. He already saw my n***d body but he had never seen me in a dress before. I’m pretty sure he gave me this to tease me just because I never wore the right dress code for work. But that backfired the moment he saw me in it. His eyes dilated in appreciation.

I grabbed his face, squeezing it. “Stop staring.”

He awkwardly cleared this throat again while shifting in his seat with discomfort. “S-sorry.” Wow, he didn’t even deny it.

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It was about one in the afternoon that I went to our temporary office. Quinn and I were surprised to see each other, obviously with a different reason.

“You’re here.”

“You’re late.”

We both said at the same time. Her eyes widened when she saw me in a dress. “I don’t remember giving you that dress.” She said, rather annoyed. She was so used to seeing me late that she brushed off the fact that I wasn’t around the whole morning.

What can I say? I handle my own time.

I laugh, already expecting her reaction. Quinn enjoyed shopping dresses for Belle and I. Sometimes she even does it to our female employees. She simply enjoys playing dress up. Expected from a rich heiress. “The dresses you gave me are only reserved for parties.” I sat behind my desk. The swiveling chair swayed at the movement. “You can’t expect me to wear something revealing for work.”

“Ugh. Excuse me. Those dresses are downright sexy with a hint of class and elegance.” She defended sassily. I just laugh at her. “Why are you suddenly wearing a dress anyway? I don’t remember any important meetings today.”

I shrug. “I just feel like it. For once, I don’t want to see that CEO’s scowling face.” Such lies. I’d rather not tell her the truth though. Wait.

Fuck. Did I just sleep with a client? The most irritating one at that.

Quinn laughs at my remark. “You always butt head with people like him.”

“He told me that I was working in a mafia, Quinn. He’s worse than your dad.”

“I did tell you that.” She said while laughing. “You really need to cover up those tattoos or remove them.” She joked. She knew how much I loved my tats.

“No way. This is art, baby. Not even that girly looking b***h could make me remove them.” Quinn continued laughing. I eyed my tattoos peeking over the three-fourth sleeves of my dress. I’m grateful that he gave me something that had longer sleeves. I didn’t mind people looking at me weirdly when they see my skin but it gets too annoying sometimes.