As mama and I returned from the Sol family dinner, I loved going to family dinners, “wait here mi amor let me get your father downstairs so we can eat the leftovers from the party,” I watched her walk away.
Few minutes later she came back. I ran upstairs trying to know what happened when I saw it. Mama passed me with a Gun in hand and rosary around her neck, she reached for her bedroom When she entered, my father was screwing another woman. “So I’ll be dead by the holidays, cabrón?” She shouted as he was, scrambling from the bed to his feet, naked. “Maria! I can explain everything!” Dad shouted back as his accent shifted from British to Southern mid-sentence. He pulled on his pants, and she let him. “Please, calm down! And for goodness’ sake, put the pistol away.” Lightning flared, matching her mood. I finally understood the phrase “seeing red.” because that was my mother’s eyes at that moment. She pointed the gun at the woman frozen on the bed. “Who the hell is she?” Papa raised his palms. “Talk to me.” dad didn’t like my mother's attention on her? “She’s an old friend who was passing through town.” His blond brows drew together. “This didn’t mean anything. I just missed you so much, darling—I was momentarily weak. I was so stupid. But we can work this out. You are the one that I love.” He was good. Papa lied too good Well, he's a lawyer, aren't they all liars? The stranger stood, wrapping a sheet around herself. She was tall and slender, with long sandy brown hair and porcelain skin. “May I get my clothes?” Lightning flashed again. “No. You move closer to him. NOW, puta(bitch).” waved the gun, and she hurried to his side. Even in this situation, they somehow looked dignified together, a sterling couple. Mom turned towards dad. “If you lie to me again, I will shoot you in your scrawny dick. Since when has this been going on?” “What are you talking about! Have you lost your mind?” Dad eyes appeared stunned, as if she’d sprung this information on him—out of nowhere. “This is just a momentary lapse of judgement.” he repeatedly said How could he be so believable? For the tiniest instant, I thought to myself, Well, I did know that. I shook my head. “ Well I've had people following you for months as you've been trying to get my inheritance and beaches to your name?” Papa looked shocked. “You’re accusing me of theft? When I’ve never wanted a penny that belonged to you? I’ve never even raised my voice. Everyone knows how much I adore you. All our friends talk about my devotion.” In other words, if I cried, “Murder plot!” no one would believe me. Mama shouted with tears running down her eyes “What’s in the case in that safety-deposit box?” “Case? Now what are you going on about, darling? How did we go from my—admittedly stupid—screwup to murder?” There was that reasonable voice again. Trying to get mom to believe him I've heard it over the years How much had he been gaslighting me and mom in the past? “I heard you two having sex and plotting, cabrón. No one’s celebrating my murder in Aspen this year.”the strange woman was unraveling. “I told you this one was trouble!” I sneered to her, “With a capital fucking T, Puta.” Back to papa. Mom cocked the pistol, movie-style, and aimed it at his groin. “Try lying to me again.” He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t shoot me. If you do, all your money—now my money—will go to me. You signed over everything to Anna a year ago.” “Then you’re right. It doesn’t make sense to shoot you.” she turned the gun to the mistress “I should shoot her. She’d be your heir, no?” “Maria !” His breath left him, his voice scaling higher as he said, “Don’t hurt her. Please.” The most shocking revelation of the night? This monster truly loved his mistress. “Don’t make me hurt her! Answer my questions.” Staring down a gun barrel, the mistress said, “I will answer them for you. We can talk about this. In this case, there’s a syringe. It was the injection that is supposed to be given to you tonight.” My lips parted. He wanted mama dead. She continued, “We targeted you for the land. Charles, no Lucas —knows how to break the trust and split your money.” Shock muffled our faces, but I needed to stay sharp. Why does his mistress admit these things? I gazed at them through watering eyes. The two were farther apart from each other. While she stalled, he’d been sneaking closer to his dresser! He has a gun in there. “Stop where you are, Lucas.” Mama said Keeping the pistol trained on him, she moved toward the dresser. “You got a gun? I’ll be taking it, as well as the key to that safety-deposit box.” She pulled open the top drawer, taking her gaze off them for a split second— Lightning blazed; he threw a lamp at mama. Everything happened so fast. She deflected with her arm. The old pistol went off. BOOM! A dark spray arced across the room toward me, splattering my face and chest. Blood? From the mistress’s throat?? Her hands clamped her neck to stem the spray, but it kept welling up in spurts. Her body collapsed. Papa dropped to his knees beside her, frantically clutching the wound, as if trying to put the blood back in. Coated in crimson, he yelled over his shoulder, “What have you done, Linda ?” Dimly I realized his accent had changed again. “You bitch! What have you DONE?” His mistress Linda made ugly, wet sounds. Before I could process that fact another BOOM went off and mama’s blood was sprayed across the floor. I ran out of the house as fast as I could and never looked back. That night I found out my father was a con man and my mother a murdered heiress and my father also had a mistress.As I rode the elevator to the penthouse of the exclusive hotel Furtan —it’d taken two people to help me get to the last floor of the hotel .—I chewed on a fingernail remembering it cost a lot to get them done. I stopped.Was I really about to let some strange man have sex with me? For money?The elevator arrived too quickly, forcing me onto a private hallway with an elegant sitting area. An open newspaper lay on a coffee table, as if someone had recently left.The entry was just in front of me . Could I bring myself to ring the bell?Apparently, this penthouse was one of the largest and the most expensive (thirty-two thousand —a night) in Miami, Florida. Who in their right mind would spend that much money on a hotel? Clearly my first client was loco (crazy).I did not know much about them except the fact that he was a Russian businessman and he had been vouched for by another escort organization. He used escorts a lot because of his tastes. So he was an expert in escorts.As I was abo
“Are you going to tell me now?” She’d been avoiding that question in all of our talks, saying the sky was the limit, but she’d refused to give me an actual number.“My record for a six-hour outcall is over twenty thousand in cash and jewels.”Twenty. Thousand.Money like that could catapult me directly into the next phase of my life plan! When I regained the power of speech, I sang, “And we’re off to fuck the wizard.”She laughed. “I hope he’s a wonderful wizard. Oh, one last thing, Anna, You’re going to have a moment to check with yourself and in that moment, when you ask yourself: would I have sex with this guy for free? If the answer is yes, then why not view the money as a bonus?”“Okay, thanks. I can do this,” I said, psyching myself up.“Go get ’em!”Disconnecting the call, I turned to check my appearance in a lobby mirror. December was usually mild, but this year had been downright balmy, so I’d worn a wrap dress of forest-green silk. The style was understated, with a conse
“Perhaps I was . . . hasty,” he said. “Stay for a drink.”Had my ass worked for me? Was I happy about this?When I turned and traipsed back, he headed to the bar area. This was actually happening. I was going to have sex for money.Over his shoulder, he said, “I’m Roman Petrov .”I turned it over on my tongue, finding his name a mouthful. In my mind, I styled him Rome.“Nice to meet you. I’m Ana Sol.” I glanced around for my donation. Nothing. Which made me uneasy, but I gamely bellied up to the bar.“Is that your working name?”That's what they call me. I replied As we entered the room I then saw,A ball gag. A crop. Leather restraints. Not in your life.No, no, This man had to be interested in more than BDSM. “Explain what you’d do to me.”He coolly said, “Once you’ve stripped, you’ll go to your knees at the edge of the mattress, buckling the gag on yourself. I’ll bind your arms behind your back, and you’ll lean forward resting on your forehead. Then I’ll whip your body wherever i
I broke away for a breath. “What are you doing to me?”“I could ask you the same,” he bit out in a baffled tone. “I detest surprises. I don’t tolerate them. And yet . . .” His brows drew together. He looked . . . not calculating, but something akin to that—as if he were working out the angles of a problem. “Still here,” he muttered to himself. He yanked me close, burying his face against my breasts, lips seeking.I arched to his mouth.“The moment I saw these pink nipples, I feared I couldn’t let you go until I’d sucked them.”Feared? Why would he . . . My thoughts scattered, and when he turned his head to take a nipple between his lips, dragging his tongue over the sensitive peak. When he suckled it with a groan, I cried out, “Finally!” I was on fire again! Raw inside. I need more.He turned to the other one, muttering, “So sweet and plump. They tease my tongue.” Once he’d left that one wet and aching as well, he pulled me back to face him, excitement in his expression. “All of
He wrapped his big fist around his shaft, giving a stroke that rendered me breathless. More moisture beaded the slit. As he rolled on what had to be an extra-large condom, he said, “Show me what I’m soon to enjoy.” There was no mistaking his tone. He’d given me a command.Beautiful arrogant man.I would follow his order, but I’d do it my way. I lifted one foot onto the couch back, resting the stiletto heel against the sofa’s piping, then let my knees fall wide. I teased him in this position, taunting him with my spread pussy. “How do you like me now ?”His cock in his hand, and he muttered something in Russian that sounded like a curse. He returned to the couch, kneeling between my legs. The difference in our sizes struck me. He made me feel tiny and fragile while he was all hard,rough edges and raw power.He leaned over me, using one hand to hold my wrists over my head. With his other, he gripped his shaft and aimed it. When the crown slipped down my slickened lips, he hissed in
I patted his ass, sighing, “Not bad, Rome.” With a half frown/half scowl, he withdrew, revealing a condom filled more than I’d ever seen. I stretched out on the couch, grinning from ear to ear, finally understanding the term fuck-drunk. Rising, he yanked off the rubber and dragged on his pants. “You’re pleased with yourself.” “Pleased in general.” and why wouldn't I be. “I don’t ever lose control like that. I never come until I’m ready to.” His harsh tone was accusatory, as if I’d done something unforgivable. What? Huh? “This took me by surprise as well.” I rose to look for my clothes. “You don’t make a habit of getting off with your clients?” “No.” Again, he clearly didn’t believe what the hooker was saying. “Something about me in particular must be ‘special’ and ‘different’ among your clientele. I suppose coming with each of your dates, all day long, would be an occupational hazard.” Wouldn’t know. This was my first time but he didn't know that. By the time I’d
On the long ride home, I took note of myself.Even as I gave a bitter laugh at the double meaning of this evening, my fists clenched. While my body felt well-loved, a little sore, the rest of me felt cheap and used. He’d made me feel that way. He sent me out like I was some escort, well technically.Before he could say anything more, I’d turned on my heel and left him, heading downstairs to face the real world. By the time I’d reached the lobby of the hotel, I was shaking, enraged and felt a bit of shame. Bright lights had stared at me like I had done something wrong; it’d seemed all eyes were on me. Like everyone knew what I’d done.When I’d asked for a cab, a gap-toothed drunk man whistled one forward, but he’d smirked as he opened the door. “Madam.” I’d almost kicked him in the dick, but refrained because of rule number five. Never attract attention to yourself, Ana.One small paid sex act had given me burning humiliation. But the money! Five grand and then the two I’d took as
On her hospital deathbed, my mother had begged me for two vows: to keep running away from my father and to finish college.I snuck into the hospital to see her while I was on the run.I’d only given her one vow. She’d used her last breaths to say, “Run from that evil man!” Before I saw the news of her death on the news.Phase one of my life plan was to complete my credits to atone for her death. I was one exam away.So why was I thinking about Rome more than my class? At least he hadn’t blown the whistle about my theft of his golden clip. Hey, he’d specified no amount for my tip! And how valuable could that money clip be?I’d been nervous about him ratting me out, which pissed me off.This unsettled feeling sucked. I already had enough loose ends in my life that I needed to tie up.I’d talked to Danielle several times since that night. She went way back with Lucious, the owner of the Escorts business, so she would have heard if Roman complained. So far, the Russian hadn’t contacted
ANA The police were here for hours going through everything. A warrant has been put out on her. The questioning was in depth, and I imagine it was very stressful for Roman. Then the public relations team arrived, and the house was full of people who worked for Roman. They organized the statement that was to be released to the press. While Dolores ran around handing out refreshments to them I just watched from the stairs trying to process my hurt. It was a whirlwind of activity down there, and I should have perhaps been involved. After all, I was the person who solved half the case. But I couldn’t. I stayed upstairs and cried like a baby to Callie on the phone, she wants to come over to be with me but I rather be alone I just needed someone to talk to for a moment. I feel so alone and compelled to stay out of sight tonight. I didn’t want to see anyone. And perhaps, if I’m being completely honest about the whole drama. I’m embarrassed that my husband is being accused
ROMAN “To the house.” I tell Dimitri while looking at Ana beside me.“Yes, sir.” The car pulls out of the garage, and I reach over and to take Ana’s hand but she flicks me away. My heart drops.She’s furious.Who could blame her?What Gloria saidOh no, my stomach rolls.I feel sick.I can't even remember if that ever happened, but she's delusional who knows what she would come up with but for the fact, she has already gotten Ana to believe her lies.The car weaves through the heavy London traffic. My mind goes back to that morning in the hotel in Russia when I woke with no memory.I see the silver wine chiller and the two crystal glasses.I remember the scent of perfume on my sheets. At the time, I was terrified, but then as soon as Dimitri said he walked me back to my room, I dismissed my fears. I put it down to two glasses being delivered as standard practice. I'm pretty sure it wasn't used and the scent on the sheets was a strong washing powder, but now…Why didn’t I get d
“Give me the money and get out,”Gloria screeches.“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snapped at her. I glared at Roman, angry he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, and he rolled his lips.“She’s got a video of us at the Auction house that night.” Roman replies frustrated.“Ha liess.” I huff out looking at Gloria's sneering face.“She hasn’t got shit.”“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out, I'm talking to him, you whore.” She tries to snatch the bag of money from him.“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell out to Roman.“She’s lying.”“How do you know?”“Because I have the footage,” I snap at him as his head whips towards me.“I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming bitch, fucking hell.”Roman and Gloria’s eyes widen.“You hacked the system?” Roman whispers, shocked.“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is co
ROMAN “Keep your voice down.”I look around feeling stressed.“What the fuck?” Sergei whispers.“How did she get it?”“Their systems got hacked twice and they didn't think to alert past clients. Can you imagine the fucking headline? The Minister and the prostitute who is now his wife.”Sasha’s and Sergei’s eyes widen in horror.If my files have been hacked, hell, we’re all fucked.“fuck, what are you going to do? I can hire someone to off the bitch” Sergei asks.“Second,I say we kill this bitch.” Sasha punches his fist. “For real this time.”“Will you be fucking serious for one minute? You think Gloria doesn't have a contingency plan, maybe the minute we kill her there is some sort of mail that will be sent to the press.” I hiss.“Who says I'm not serious?” He huffs in anger.“I think I’m going to pay the money.”“What?”“Have you got a better idea?” I whisper. “I won’t have my wife dragged through the fucking press and internet.”“Fucking hell,” Sasha mutters.“How does this
ROMAN “Do you have any idea how this is going to look to the Bravta and the political party, He rants."and when the press gets a hold of this don't get me started ?”“I don’t give a fuck about the political party." I reply furiously."I’m not worried about myself. I couldn’t care less about my fucking position. I’m worried about Ana! If this gets out…” I shake my head, the fear in me so present that I can barely push the words past my lips.She might even run away again. “She will always be the escort who slept with a Minister. She will never shake this. It will be the end of her, the paparazzi won't let her live this down”He stares at me.“Do you know how fucking hard she worked to fight her way back, every time the world throws something at her?” My voice cracks, betraying my hurt. “This can’t get out, Holmes. It can’t. I won’t let it. I will not let her be portrayed in this manner. Not now, not ever.”“Then you have to talk to Ana,” He sighs sadly like he has lost all hop
“You took the Petrov name given to you by my uncle, our money… the life that a mafia wife is supposed to have for a few years.”I smirk at the audacity of this woman. “ It was my money I just took it back. I’m happily married to the love of my life, and you will accept it.” I lose the last of my patience with this woman. “Move the fuck on, Gloria, and leave us alone.”Her cold eyes hold mine. “Last chance, Roman Petrov.”“For what?” I smirk. “To understand how pathetic you really are, Gloria? Too late.”She takes a brown folded envelope out of her bag and passes it over to me.“What’s this?”A trace of a vindictive smile crosses her face. “Open it and see.”I open the envelope and pull out an A4 photograph. It’s of Ana and I in the Auction Club at the beginning of our time together.Ana isn’t looking at the camera, but I can see clearly that it’s her.My eyes rise to meet Gloria’s.She pauses for effect. “You know… the security system was surprisingly easy to hack into and g
“She’s a brutal Taskmaster,” Sasha mutters.“She locks him up,” Dominic adds in.My eyes widen, and I laugh. What the hell? “Not at all, Rome. You can go and visit whenever you want to, sweetheart.”“Okay then,” he dismisses her.“Thanks for that.”She rises up on her toes, clearly excited, and she smiles between us. “I’ll see you soon, Rome.” She replies as with as much sarcasm in her.She walks off, and everyone snickers.Roman pinches the bridge of his nose, disgusted. “Don’t even.”“Who was that?” I ask, holding up my hands. “Actually, let me guess.”“Oh, please do.” Sasha laughs.“I’m guessing you’ve…” I screw up my face as I try to think of a nice way to say this. “Been with her?”Roman closes his eyes, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head. The others chuckle.“And who is she?” Dominic asks.Roman stands. “I can’t talk right now; I’m dancing with Ana. Do not disturb us with anymore with your stupid topics of conversation.”They laugh.I stay seated and smile as I
The song changes into a sexy song plays on in the background as I walk over and stand in front of him.He pulls himself up as I slide my hands up his perspiration-clad body. He eases himself down, and I do the same. His biceps and shoulders are pumping.Just like my blood are right at this moment.Our eyes are locked. It’s just him and me.Hell, he makes me forget how to breathe.He rises up and down, his dark eyes locked on mine, and I cup his dick. I kiss his stomach, I run my hands up over his rock-hard abs and then lower.He’s hardened, simply from all the touching I'm doing.I inhale as, he lets go of the bar and jumps down.In one fast movement, he has me pinned to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around my throat.His mouth moves to my ear. “Did you come in here to get fucked by my cock?” he whispers darkly.I stare at him. His knee parts my legs, and he pushes his hard erection into me as he bites my ear. “Answer the fucking question.” He growls.Goosebumps scatter
ANAZoran holds the back door of the black Mercedes open for me.And he gives me a kind smile as I walk out of the house.“Hi, Zoran.” I smile.“Good evening, Ana” He closes the door behind me after I slide into the backseat.He gets into the driver seat wearing his black customary suit and earpiece. He looks every bit of the handsome bodyguard.We pull out into the traffic, and I glance behind me to see the second security car following us.My life has changed dramatically.I’m dating the a member of the Bravta and a politician.My beloved Roman Petrov.Security guards are ever present, his work schedule is getting better, and we live in a mansion I would say. Staying at our old house is completely out of the question now. Security risks are things I can no longer ignore. Not that I can actually call it our place anymore. It’s more like an empty house with furniture in it. I haven’t slept there in three months. Depending on our schedule, sometimes I go weeks without even calli