sex-me boss.

After the morning she’d spent there, Elena had returned to her cousin’s house with her nerves on edge; she wondered what she could have done to deserve such treatment from this man she didn’t even know. She even felt she should regret why she hadn’t listened to her uncle, but she felt it was too much to regret when there was still something she could do to get out of it. Russia was a big place, and if it wasn’t this company, it could be any one of them. She changed clothes and went to look in the kitchen; she was hungry because her morning fall had made her lose energy. She started to make herself something to eat when she heard Paolo walking towards the kitchen.

-I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, Elena, so when do you start?

-Never. I’ll have to look for something else, but I promise I won’t depend on you; I’ll find something to do and I’ll find myself a little apartment.

-I told you Lena, you don’t have to work, okay, I’m here and I’ll take care of you. So can you tell me what happened to stop me taking you in?

-My suit was dirty so I didn’t get in, but it doesn’t matter. If it’s not there, it’ll be somewhere else, otherwise you still haven’t told me where Kira is. How long did she travel for, Paolo?

He didn’t even know he’d told her she’d travelled, perhaps it was the only idea that had occurred to him, and he’d said it quickly to keep that nosy little girl away, but now she was back at it again, pretending she’d understood nothing.

-You know Italy’s a beautiful country and she’s there with her school on an excursion, so I think she’ll be back when the school decides.

He saw her frowning as if she didn’t understand anything, and she didn’t, because she really didn’t. She was afraid to find out that her cousin didn’t understand anything. She was afraid she’d find out her cousin had a fever or something, unless he was suffering from memory loss and that could be a shame for her.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

-You told me last time that she went to the island of Malta with a friend, but how come she’s in Italy now with her class and their leaders?

Paolo scratched the back of his neck. It was a habit in his mother’s family to have a good memory, and here was one right in front of him. He himself didn’t even know that he’d given her so many excuses to cover up her stupidity, and all because of Betty, who’d wanted her to put her sister, his own sister. He had to find a way to get her back before Elena found out what he’d done.

-Yes, you’re absolutely right, but it’s just that things are getting so mixed up in my head at the moment that I don’t even know what I should be thinking about anymore, you know. Now that you understand, I’ll let you eat. I’ll see you later.

-No, Paolo, you still haven’t told me anything. I want to know where Kira is; in Italy or on the island of Malta?

-Yes, you’re right. In fact, last month her boyfriend promised her they’d go to Malta, but unfortunately it coincided with their school trip and this trip was very important because it’s research for their class and she couldn’t miss it. Every time I want to think she’s in Malta, but she’s in Italy.

Elena didn’t know what to believe. Paolo seemed to be lying to her about his sister’s real position and she wondered what he had done. She hoped at least that she wasn’t in danger, because if she was then Paolo would never be at home doing nothing, which reassured her a little. She let him go and continued what she was doing.

A few hours later, as she lay in bed, Elena had no idea what she was going to do; the other job offers she’d looked at didn’t fit in with what she was actually capable of doing. Being this man’s assistant was her only chance of getting a job in Russia, and now she was losing everything. She retrieved her handbag, which she’d taken out with her, and took out the card the man who’d helped her had given her. She was willing to contact him, but to tell him what exactly? She was simply bored and needed a bit of company and atmosphere, but she put the card away anyway. She certainly wasn’t going to contact a stranger who was certainly dangerous.

After what he considered a fruitful day, it was time for Richard to go home and soak his cock, as he liked to say to his beautiful little Virginia. When he arrived home, he didn’t bother to announce his arrival, and when he was in the living room, he noticed something suspicious. He looked at the man who worked for him and looked at Virginia, his beautiful little Virginia.

-May I ask what was going on here?

-Nothing at all, boss; I just came to see if you were back yet, and Madame needed me for a service in town, so… I…

-Yes, darling. You hadn’t come back since this morning and I wanted to know if everything was all right, so that’s why I held him up, I wanted him to go and check at the office, but now you’re here it won’t be necessary.

He wasn’t fooled, as his beautiful little Virginia thought. He was certainly twenty years older than her and she thought that with her young age and beautiful eyes she could fool him, but no, he wasn’t fooled and she had to understand that. He dismissed his henchman and remained alone with her. When the door slammed, he pushed her onto the sofa and promptly ripped off her panties. He knew that even if he wanted to inflict something painful on her, Virginia was too fond of brutality during the act, but despite this, he didn’t hold back. He undid the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. Without delay, he penetrated her with a single thrust as a sigh escaped her lips. She was already quite wet and Richard’s doubts had just been confirmed: she was indeed up to something with her henchman. He grabbed her neck and squeezed lightly as he continued to move in and out of her. When he emptied himself, he withdrew from her and pulled up his pants, while she was frustrated. It had never been like this with Richard.

-but why did you behave like that, tell me.

-you’ve limited my fucking pussy,” she cried.

-I thought that’s what you wanted with my henchman, who’s younger than I am, and that’s what I gave you, my little Virginia. I gave you what you wanted. I’ll tell you one thing right now. You could fuck whoever you wanted when I was in New Orleans but now that I’m back in Russia my beautiful little one, you’re going to have to stop your body because I can’t stand deception. No one ever told you this, but I’m going to tell you today: from the age of fifty onwards, a man’s jealousy is sickly and can lead to madness. Take care, my beautiful little Virginia, you belong to me and nobody else.

She looked at him, frightened. It was the very first time he’d spoken to her like that. She was afraid she wouldn’t recognize the Richard with whom she’d spent some of the happiest moments of her life, despite their age difference: she was thirty and Richard fifty-one. She huffed, telling herself it was just a rough patch.

-I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. You let me know you were going to see Dimitri then?

-He’s trying to find out who sabotaged his business on the Italian coast and he’ll never find out because I sent him on a wild goose chase. Besides, I’m going to take over the whole of Russia; if at first I just wanted to be the godfather of the mafia, now I want to own all Martinov’s aviation companies too, so beautiful, don’t you want to become queen when I’m king? don’t you want to rule all this world by my side? these young men won’t give you anything. Maybe sex, but not power and glory-you.

-but you’re out of your mind. How are you going to take over the mafia from this man and, above all, how are you going to take over Finn’s businesses? This man is as intimidating as Dimitri and I beg you not to get involved with them, it’ll be very dangerous.

-You don’t understand, Virginia. I control the game. When I drive a wedge between them, when both sides are fighting, I’ll be sitting in my palace watching them kill each other. I’ve already planned everything, and it’s only a matter of time before it all works out. Try to be faithful to me if you don’t want to look like barbecue when I’m the ruler of this whole country.

Virginia found this story really crazy. Dimitri, the man in the shadows, would never let Richard get his way. During Richard’s years in New Orleans, she had tried to seduce this man to gain more power, but he had traumatized her so much in just a few minutes that when she laid eyes on him and heard his name, she would tremble. She’d never want to set eyes on him again, ever. Richard thought he knew him just because he’d seen him grow up, but what he didn’t know was that he hadn’t remained the same kid who’d grown up before his eyes. Dimitri had become so ruthless and heartless that he’d be able to send hand over hand to pull out his enemy’s heart without the latter breathing his last.

-Everything’s ready, boss, but are you sure you know what you’re doing?

Dimitri turned back to Youri and looked at him more seriously. He understood Yuri’s concern for the law, but he’d already made up his mind, since he couldn’t see what he was doing wrong. He was going to carry out his operation as he had prepared it.

-Yuri, don’t worry. It’s not like I’ll be spreading debris all over the main thoroughfare of St. Petersburg. Just an hour and we’ll be done. I don’t think my monologue is going to find it that dangerous, all right.

-I remind you that he’s not here to help you boss, so you’d better watch out too, because I don’t trust him at all.

-I’ll deal with Richard later, don’t worry. He knows as well as I do that he’d never dare rub himself for fear of not being able to stand the reprisals. If everything’s ready, then in two days the others will be on the road. I want you to continue investigating what happened on the Italian coast.

Yuri nodded and left his office. Dimitri had never had a problem since he’d taken over my mob reins, but ever since his uncle had returned, he’d had little worries that were seriously starting to annoy him. He’d been mistaken for his father, but no, if he was ever the traitor then, he was going to show him what a son capable of bringing justice to his own blood was.