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Russian God Twenty
I opened my eyes, my headache had completely gone but my chest was still killing me. I sat up and realised Dimitri wasn’t there.“Dimitri!” I called out suddenly panicking he wasn’t there.“I’m downstairs milaya,” his voice was full of reassurance. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he met me at the stairs.“My headache is gone but my chest is still hurting”. Holding my hand he helped me down the rest of the stairs. I went into the living room and sighed in relief. It was spotless. I must have been out cold as he clearly had hovered as well.“Toast for you ” he sang, dropping a plate on the kitchen counter. I looked up at him, already dressed and he looked amazing. Plain t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. I sat at the counter and looked down. I also had a cup of coffee.“Thank you.” He sat next to me with his own food.“The police woman is coming at two. Did you want to do anything this morning?” He took a bite and stared at me. I shrugged.“What’s the time?”“Ten,” he answered.“Wow
Russian God Twenty One
“Don’t forget you have a meeting tomorrow at two,” I said to Dimitri, my head in my notes. Looking up from his computer he spoke.“Thanks but did you not want to reschedule it? It clashes with the sentencing.”“No I’m not going to go.” I sat opposite Dimitri, him behind his desk. Looking up at me his eyes burned into my soul.“Are you sure?” He wrote some notes on a pad next to his computer.“Yeah I don’t care.” I crossed my legs and his eyes flicked down.“Okay. Did they say what they’re expecting?”“Four years,” I spoke softly, keeping his eyes on mine. Shutting down his computer he threw his suit jacket on. I stood up with him, notepad still in hand. My desk was stationed outside Dimitri’s office and as we walked out I threw it on my desk. The man who assaulted me pleaded guilty at the first opportunity which was a blessing for me. I didn’t have to give evidence in court which I was dreading. Dimitri grabbed my hand and our fingers entwined.“Okay, they have your victim statement t
Russian God Twenty Two
I looked at myself in the full length mirror and took a deep breath.“You look beautiful Harper.” Latisha was behind me in a stunning burgundy full length dress. I smiled, tears in my eyes. I looked straight ahead again at my fishtail wedding dress, full length lace sleeves because we decided to get married in autumn in Russia and two foot veil. That was my favourite. The door knocked and Maxim came in eyes closed.“We are ready ladies.” He nearly knocked himself out as he exited the room. We both cracked up laughing. I turned to Latisha who handed me my bouquet. Red and white lilies. My mum’s favourite flower.“You got this,” she kissed my cheek and put a stray hair behind my ear. My hair was down slightly curly but nothing major.“Lets go.” We left the room and walked down the stairs and to the left. Latisha opened the door and we were greeted by my wedding planner Anna.“Harper, you look amazing. Dimitri is here ready to go. Are you ready?” My heart quickened at his name.“Yes.” We
Russian God Epilogue
Dimitri POVMy eyes opened to silence. Looking around to the other side of the bed I saw it was empty. I peeked up and saw the cot which was attached to our bed was also empty. Puzzled, I got up and walked downstairs.“You’re a pretty girl hey?” I heard Harper say as I entered the living room. My heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness as I saw her, sitting on the couch.“Morning,” I said and realised how rough my voice was. Looking up she grinned at me.“Look baby daddy’s up!”“Why did you let me sleep in? it should be you sleeping in.” She shrugged.“You have had no sleep as well, you don’t have to wake up with me every time I feed her you know,” she chuckled, a beautiful sound. I smiled at her and lent around.“Dobroye utro printsessa,” I picked her up to say good morning to my princess. I stared into my baby’s face. She was a perfect mix of me and Harper. Harper’s soft face and beautiful lips but she had my dark eyes and much to my mum’s delight she definitely looked
Russian God One
I walked through the dark corridor, music was already playing and it was giving me a headache. As I opened the door to the changing room six other women, very much less dressed then me looked up, a few waved.“Harper!! Stag do in tonight,” Latisha shouted to me as she put her stocking on. Latisha was my best friend in this place and management often put us on the rota together. We made men stay longer, which equals more drinking, which equalled more money. She combed through her thick black afro hair and let it stay out growing everywhere but down.“Banging, tips galore,” I said as I undid my jacket. I had my work clothes on under my normal clothes and slowly got undressed. 20 minutes to opening, so I had time for a crafty cigarette before the show started.“Fag?” She asked, reading my mind once I was fully undressed. I nodded and put my jacket back on over my lingerie. I was glad I wore my favourite tonight. Aqua matching set, which also matched my eyes and looked amazing against my
Russian God Two
Me and Latisha were at the bar getting more champagne for the stag do table.“And he tipped you how much?” She turned to me with shock all over her face.“A thousand pounds Tish. Can you believe it!”“And you didn’t give him your number?”“No I don’t date customers you know this,” I said, rolling my eyes.“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?”“No no exceptions.”“You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle.“Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.”“No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.”“Russia.”“Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”“In the five years I’ve worked here I’ve never given a customer my number”. Latisha wasn’t helping here, she was making me regret my
Russian God Three
As I laid in bed my mind was with Dimitri. Latisha was right; there was no harm in giving him my number. I had failed after failed relationships in my twenties so maybe a change of track would be good. I could definitely let him fuck me silly. I tried to drift off to sleep ignoring the sound of London going to work, I was in tonight but Latisha wasn’t. It would be pretty boring so I had my fingers crossed Dimitri would show his face.***It was close to midnight and I hadn’t seen Dimitri yet. It was a Sunday so not our busiest day but I had managed over £600 in tips. The barman Stephen waved over to me and I came over.“Hey.”“Hey babes, this is for table six. Asked for you specifically,” he winked at me. “He’s sexy as fuck as well.” Stephen had worked bar here for as long as I’ve been here. He was a hoot and always made a shift better. Dirty blonde hair always got in his face and he looked way younger than his 34.“Come and get me when you’re on break. I need a fag,” he said handing
Russian God Four
I hadn’t been on a date, date in months maybe even a year. After consulting with Latisha on the phone, who was very happy I was going to dinner with ‘A Russian god’ I decided on a fitting red strapless dress, plenty of cleavage and it was tight around my whole body. I looked in the mirror and nodded. Not bad Harper. I put my hair in a high bun and made sure to have my cat eyes done. I grabbed my keys and got a cab to the restaurant. I was right on time and as I got out the cab I saw Dimitri standing by the door. He looked scrumptious, a white shirt and navy trousers with brown shoes. God I wasn’t going to last long. Both of his sleeves were half up and I saw his artwork along both arms. He saw me as I walked over and a grin came across his face.“Fuck you look amazing,” he kissed my cheek and opened the restaurant door for me. We were seated straight away and both looking at our menus.“Harper you look good enough to eat,” he whispered as he took my hand and put it to his mouth.“You
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