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KatyaWine, buffet, decor, fireworks, lighting, red carpet...So far, the grand opening of the Petrov brand was going even better than I had envisioned. Security was stationed in different parts of the building to ensure that only the exclusively invited guests were coming in.Reporters were outside the building, taking pictures of the celebrities on the red carpet, the elegantly dressed guests completing the perfection of the event.From the elevated floor which was designed with glass walls, I stared at the guests mingling and taking pictures, with a glass of wine in between my fingers.I had no intention of having more than a sip tonight, but it felt good, powerful, to twirl that glass of wine in my hand while I watched the execution of a project I'd had for five years.Footsteps echoed behind me, and I turned slightly, expecting to see Kyrian who had stepped out to answer a call.Another person who usually made this kind of dramatic appearance was Ferrara De Castello, but I was su
Katya"Lee Alistair Jung, South Korean American, age 30, currently a lieutenant in the army, but has just received a letter of appointment at the police headquarters, from the senator himself."I stood at the terrace overlooking the magnanimous outdoor property, watching the clear waters from the fountain which contrasted the blue pools.My arms were folded in front of me, my long hair tumbling in all directions as the wind scattered it furiously. Seemed I wasn't the only one who had woken up puzzled."How did he get into the party? Was our system hacked? An invitation wasn't extended to him."I asked slowly, the thoughts in my mind making me ponder various scenarios. Was it a sense of loyalty or the same burning need I had to make Ferrara pay?Why had Alistair contacted us anonymously and kept feeding me information that always turned out to be genuine? Then he had suddenly disappeared, gone off the grid.Kyrian cleared his throat behind me and stated, "About that..."His hesitation
KatyaOpera music, courses of delicious meal and the greatest guest of all, Lady Awkwardness, graced the table with each clatter of cutlery against the plate..."More wine?" The butler asked, holding the bottle of red wine which had been poured into the wine glasses in front of us, with the exception of Christopher, who had cranberry juice in his."No, I'm good, thanks." I muttered to the butler who moved to the other men... Well, so far, none of them had managed to melt in the burning gaze they had had for each other."I didn't know that cops were paid enough to afford this unit, or that they could in fact, use false names to sign a lease." There was only one man who didn't have enough preservation to keep himself from making sarcastic comments in front of his four year old kid.Ferrara De Castello twirled the glass of wine in his hand, the dark red liquid swirling without making bubbles as he held the glass in between his fingers, with expertise.Alistair lowered his cutlery and sa
Ferrara"This isn't a good idea, you do realize that this club she just opened is going to be your competition?"Carlos was starting to sound like an infuriating alarm clock, constantly repeating the same thing over and over again. Too bad I couldn't just dispose of him for that.He had mentioned it when I asked him about membership of The P. Lux, and when I had the head of my tech team hack into their database and register our memberships. Turns out that it wasn't just an entertainment club, but the membership benefits included access to their new golf course, fitness and equestrian centres, as well as a spa and legal representation.Of course the price of membership was in tens of thousand dollars, but if it covered the relaxation and fitness as well as the legal protection of its clients, then it was fucking worth every penny.The car came to a halt, and I stepped out of the newly renovated luxurious property with a tall building which overlooked a good part of New York.On the b
Ferrara I am an impatient man. Even before I became a don, I didn't wait in long queues or have the patience to court a woman. After all, the only thing that ever mattered to me apart from my goal was the warm body of a woman against mine, and if they weren't interested in sex, I didn't waste any more time on them. The only place I exercised the luxury of patience was in bed, where I sent my partners to Paradise after making them anticipate heaven and hell. Tonight, I was bound to wait. With a fucking painful hard-on, I waited for the lights to be turned off before I pushed myself to my feet, just as the curtains were being pulled upwards. Some of the others in Paradise fumbled with their pants and looked guilty as hell. I wasn't the only one worked up by that performance that managed to be more sexy than sex itself, but it had awoken something more than arousal within me. I gulped the remaining wine in the bottle down my throat and stepped out through the back, a rush of
Katya "Did he see you?" "No, thanks to my security who informed me that he was looking for me, I got rid of it all. But knowing him, he will still have suspicions." Matteo cleared his throat and nodded in agreement, inhaling deeply. "Yes, he has already requested for information on... the Lady." It was the second time we were meeting physically since I returned to New York, since we had been careful not to arouse Ferrara's suspicion. That included not mentioning his name in any of our conversations, and meeting at the most unsuspecting place; a temple. I drummed manicured fingers against the floor at his revelation, and tried not to remember last night when capable masculine fingers had held my bare waist caressingly... I had made plans in case my alter identity started to be questioned, and it was of course what Ferrara and his tech team were going to see. That Lady Black Hat had existed as a stripper for seven years. Long before I turned 18. "So, anything you want to rep
Katya I would have been ashamed if I had any more of that feeling left. The pain which spread all over my body and crippled me, had already dominated my senses and taken every other thing away from me. Humiliation, shame? Screw them all. I sobbed into his chest, his arm reaching out to cup my waist, steadying me, keeping me from crashing into the floors. He said nothing after the question he asked, one which had gone unanswered. He simply allowed me to cry, the rain drowning out the sounds of my sobs. I didn't know how long I stayed there, weeping, hitting his back without any attempt from him to defend himself or stop me, but by the time I stopped, my throat was parched. "Do you feel better?" He asked calmly, and I wondered if I had imagined the gentleness in his tone. It had to be my emotions messing with my head. But when I lifted my head from his shoulder, realizing how drenched I was, his stormy green eyes stared at me, closely. "Bastard." I ground out as soon as I
KatyaThe doorbell was a rude awakening from a weird dream. I opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the blinds, and released the pillow which I had hugged all through the night.The doorbell rang again, followed by the loud ringtone of my phone on the nightstand.My fingers fumbled out of the duvet and reached for the phone, my sleepy eyes clearing the moment I saw my son's picture flashing across the screen.Clearing my throat, I sat up abruptly and swiped against the screen."Hey..." I started to say, but a deep voice which had found its way to my dreams and instilled erotic fantasies to my mind sounded over the phone."We are in front of your door, Katya." Any other remnant of sleep cleared immediately, and I thought of what to reply when he hung up.Rude bastard.Even in my dreams, he had been commanding, his deep baritone muttering words to me as he took me hard. And rough.I must be out of my mind.With one glance at the jacket which I had held close to my nostrils