12 - Unexpected Info
1230 Words
Sophia POV:
It’s been four days since the banquet and there’s not been a boring moment since.. For everyone except me, that is.
Aleks comes and goes from the apartment, always on the phone speaking in Russian, and it always seems serious. Ivan or Andre usually comes in to check on me occasionally, and Mrs. Pritchett fixes my food most meals, but neither has the extra time to “chat”.
I asked Ivan when I’d be leaving the apartment, when would I be needed, and he just shrugged at me.
I’m sick of this! I’m going to go mad if I keep on this way, and I haven’t spoken to my sister in days!
Aleks walks into the apartment just as Mrs. Pritchett sets my dinner at the table. I’ve got to at least try and get outside for a bit.
His attention is solely on his phone screen, scrolling and typing as he barks orders to his men who have followed him inside the apartment. He speaks to them directly without even so much as glancing their way. They all obey without missing a single beat, and God is it hot to watch him work a room. He’s wearing all black again. A form flattering suit and shoes more expensive than I’ll ever know. I can only imagine how it would look on the floor-
NO! Oh my god, Sophia, focus!
“I’d like to know when I’ll be leaving this apartment.” I spit out.
He looks up from his phone, confused and slightly worried.
“You agreed to eight weeks-“
“No, I mean-“ I tsk, “when do I get to go outside? I’ve been cooped up here for days. I’m bored out of my mind, and I miss my sister!” That last bit slipped out before I could catch my words.
His brow ticked up.
“Leave us.” He told his men, and they did.
He stalked towards me so slowly, too slowly, and I audibly gulped.
“You.. have a sister?” He asked.
Shoot. I meant to keep that personal bit private, since he just assumed Liz was just a roommate. Well, too late now I guess.
I sigh, “Yah the freckled red-headed girl I live with. She also works at the club-“ I began explaining.
“Wait.” He interrupted, “That woman..is not.. your lover?”
My mouth gapes open like a dying fish, and I’m too stunned to decide if I want to laugh, choke or die.
I settle for a chuckle of disbelief while I process his question.
I clear my throat. “Uh no. Why-“ I laugh, “why would you think she was my lover?”
He looks embarrassed. His tanned skin somehow manages to glow a tiny bit red and I tighten my lips to prevent more laughter. But I need an answer.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and scrunches his eyes shut tight, as if trying to hide from this completely awkward situation.
“Well?” I press.
“You too seemed..close.. at the club and .. affectionate..” he struggles to either find the words, or to say them at all.
I can’t hold it in any longer. I bend at the waist, holding my stomach and laughing until my eyes water.
“You two look nothing alike!” He continues to defend his assumptions.
“We-“ I try to get out, “We aren’t blood relatives, I’ll give you that, but Jesus!”
I look up from my fit of giggles to see him loosen what seems like a sigh of..relief?
“So this whole time you thought I was a lesbian?” I wonder aloud.
He walks away as he speaks. “At least bisexual.. since you were out with that…idiot cop.”
“Hey, Gavin seems like a nice guy.”
Aleks scoffs loudly. “Sure he is.”
“Mmm do I sense a hint of jealousy in your tone, Mr. Morozov?” I tease him.
Not sure what the hell has gotten into me.
His jaw tenses at my playful accusation and he looks me straight in the eyes for a bit. If this is some power play, I decide that I’m not going to give in first.
As we’ve made our way to the kitchen, I rest my arms on the counter top and prepare for a long stare down.
I can see that he’s noticed my challenge, and he starts heading my way again.
I can feel my fingertips tingling my with anticipation as he gets closer and closer to me.
His face is impossibly close to mine now, and I can feel his warm minty breath on my cheek as he says, “Jealous? That’s an interesting thought. Hm?”
“What?” I say. “You’re above the feeling of jealousy? You’ve never wanted what someone else had?”
He sighs again, and I feel his thumb and pointer finger gently grip my chin. God help me.
“Ever since I was a boy..” he breathed into my ear. “If someone had something I wanted..then I took it for myself.”
“There’s gotta be..” I clear my throat again in a failed attempt to gain composure. “..something you couldn’t have?”
“Not..yet.”
His nose moved to mine until they touched at the tips, and I could have sworn the heat in this damned apartment had been cranked to a million, as his eyes bore into mine. Another challenge.
He was..asking me for my permission. Asking if I felt the same way. Is this why he said there was no risk of us becoming romantic originally? If so, that’s out the window.
But now I needed to respond to him. My chest heavily rising and falling was the only movement between us for a moment. Just a moment as all caution was thrown to the wind, and my decision was made.
I closed the little distance that remained between us, and crashed my lips into his. He didn’t question me, didn’t hesitate to double check that I was ‘sure’. He fed into my hunger as we wrapped around each other.
My mind was a blur, a heated fog took over and before I knew it, my body was lifted up, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. Our lips never parted as he carried me to the bedroom, but his hands began exploring my body underneath my already loose lounge clothing.
We finally reached the bed, and I was thrown down onto the mattress as he twisted his neck tie loose, and started forcing buttons undone.
I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, and that’s all I managed before he moved towards me again. His shirt and tie, gone, and one hand worked his belt as the other grabbed the back of my neck. He planted another gentle but forceful kiss.
His entire body reacts to mine in a fit of contradicting behavior. So soft and still so aggressive and needy.
“You won’t break me.” I tell him.
“I won’t risk it.” He groans. “But you make it difficult to hold back.”
I stop and place both of my hands on his face. “So don’t.”
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