ARIANA
SHOWING UP TO WORK WITH A wedding band around my finger raised a lot of questions among my staff, especially because the last time they saw me, I bade them goodbye before heading for Papà's funeral. The girls and I were like friends instead of coworkers. We all clicked, and it wasn't like a normal boss-employee relationship. That wasn't to say they didn't respect my boundaries or weren't efficient with their work. It was quite the opposite, and I couldn't be more grateful for that. "Someone tell me I'm hallucinating," Drea, my closest friend of the bunch, said as she flung my door open, barging into my workspace. Only she would get a pass for intruding. My workspace was sacred, but she was also my best friend since my college days. In the end, bestie privileges, as she liked to call it, won. "There's been some buzz floating around. You're freaking married?" Her eyes zeroed in on my engagement ring and weddiALEKSEI "ARE YOU READY TO TELL ME why you're here? You've spent one night here already, and I know it's certainly not because you enjoy the company." Igor dropped two cubes of ice into his whisky glass, taking his sweet time swirling it around the amber liquid before he responded. "You know, Alyosha, sometimes you sound like a fool, and that's a shame because I know you are a smart man." I lifted an unimpressed brow at him. "You could do better with the jabs, Igor." A deep scowl settled on his face. "Or you could do better with your reasoning. It seems like sometimes, you forget I fathered you." "I wish I could. Trust me, that's the only reason you're in the guesthouse, and not in some hotel out there." I pushed myself out of the armchair I was perched on. "Well, now that it has been established that you have nothing important to say, I'll be on my way." "Sit down, Aleksei," he snapped sternly, digging his nails into the pa
ARIANA ALEKSEI: I'm fine. I released a relieved breath when the notification lit up my screen half an hour later, after going through a million horrible scenarios in my head. "Excuse me." I pushed my chair back, rising to my feet. "I need to use the restroom." I excused myself before any objection could follow, darting out of the dining room. I locked myself in a guest bathroom down the hall, dialing Aleksei's number. "I was worried," I rushed out when he picked after the third ring. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I am. I have guests over, and I have to entertain them for a while." "Guests?" Aleksei never invited anyone over, and aside Deo, no one ever visited. This was my first time hearing of a guest coming over since we got married. "My father," he answered, his voice tight. "He came with Reina and Viktor." "Oh." That explained his clipped tone. "Is everything alright? Do you need me to co–" "Can we talk later?" He cut me off abruptly. "I have other things to get done." My heart
ARIANA IT WAS THANKSGIVING, and while we usually never celebrated the holiday, Mama changed the rules this year. She claimed we had a lot to be grateful for this year, and with how everything had turned out so far, I agreed. I was one of the first people to arrive, and I'd spent the last several hours assisting Mama and my other relatives in the kitchen. Niko and Elle had arrived a few minutes ago, and Mama had redirected Elle to the living room couch when she tried to lend a helping hand. "I don't know what that girl was thinking." Mama shook her head disapprovingly. "The kitchen heat is not good for the baby." I laughed as I dried my hands on a kitchen rag. "You just made that up, Mama." "How's married life treating you, Ari? You cook for your husband much?" Aunt Maria asked, peeking at me over the rim of her fourth wine glass today. "Maria!" Mama scolded, her gaze harsh. "Today's a happy day. Don't dampen the mood. And put the wine down." Maria rolled her eyes. "How am I da
ALEKSEI present An hour later, and my pockets were two million dollars lighter, but nothing beat the smile on my wife's face as she let loose possibly for the first time in her life. "Did you have fun up there?" "Mhm." She bobbed her head, the air of excitement around her palpable. "Even though Deo cheated." I laughed, dropping my forehead on hers. "I don't think he did. You just suck at playing." "Hey, be on my side!" She whined as her arms wound their way around my neck. "You're my husband, aren't you?" Fuck. "A man can only have so much restraint, Solnyshko." I nipped at her lower lip, pulling away before I gave the entire dancefloor a show. "Don't tempt me like that in public." If she kept saying things like that, there was no predicting when my already fragile control would snap. Not to mention her short dress that barely grazed her mid-thigh, showing off those tempting legs I had wrapped around my waist some hours ago. Ariana heard about the underground nightclub in the
ALEKSEInineteen years ago"Why do you keep coming here?" The slurred words filled my ears as I mopped the dried vomit stuck to the floor. "I tried to kill you before. Do you think I couldn't do it again?"It was ten in the morning, and Mom was already drunk. I couldn't remember the last time she was fully sober. Or nice. Now, she was always so angry and mean."Don't ignore me, you brat!" She snapped, tossing her half-empty bottle of beer at me. The alcohol dulled her aim, and the bottle crashed into pieces at my feet instead of hitting my head like she intended.I sighed, wiping the sweat off my brow. At this rate, I wouldn't be done with cleaning before the nanny dropped Misha off. "I'm here because you're lonely all the time."Dad couldn't care less about her, and he hadn't come to see her since he kicked her out. She would have no one if Misha and I abandoned her, too."Don't pity me, bastard!" She threw another bottle at me. "And don't look at me with those ugly eyes!"I dropped
ALEKSEINinety minutes later, the pianist had wrapped up her performance, and Ariana was fangirling over her at the side, where they conversed animatedly.I'd accidentally stumbled upon her conversation with her best friend on the phone a while ago. Apparently, they were big fans of the pianist, and they'd missed the opportunity to get tickets to her New York show before they sold out.Deo happened to be hosting an event for a few acquaintances, and I found he'd hired her services for the night. Long story short, I made him kick out a few intended guests to take their spots.How Viktor was one of the few guests in attendance remained a mystery to me, and Deo refused to tell. Speaking of Viktor...I turned slightly in my seat, tearing my gaze off Ariana for a few seconds to find Viktor in the crowd. He stood quietly to the side, nursing a glass of wine—his preferred drink of choice—while he leaned his weight against the walls of the glass dome.I followed the
ALEKSEIOLD ME WOULD BE balking at current me.Not only had I skipped work for forty-eight hours—and counting; I'd also taken a flight out of New York for reasons unrelated to my work. Both choices were unlike me.My entire adult years revolved around work, and it was a conscious decision I had taken because I was avoiding everything else around me.The one thing I feared the most was coming to fruition right before my very eyes, but my brain had completely turned off when it came to dealing with this woman, it seemed.The very thing I made the decision to run away from when I was ten stood in front of me in the form of a frowning, five-foot-nothing woman, who looked at me like she wanted chop my dick off.Maybe losing control wasn't so bad, after all."Tell me!" Ariana whined, grabbing onto my forearm to stop me from moving forward."It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now, would it?""Ugh, you suck." She let go of my arm, turning to walk in
ARIANAHe did scrub me clean, but it didn't end there.He made me sit still while he dried and brushed my hair for me. And color me surprised when I walked into the closet to find clothes all in my size next to his—clothes I was sure I never purchased for myself—and all my care products I didn't remember telling him about.Now I was perched on the couch, watching him frolic around the kitchen because he didn't want me to lift a finger. More than sixty minutes passed with me scrolling through endless movie options on Netflix before he rounded the counter with a tray of food and drinks.I sat up straight, adjusting the pillows around me as he approached the couch.This was my second time seeing him in casual clothing. That one time back in Russia didn't count because he took off the sweatpants almost immediately, and I never got a good look at him because I was trying not to pay attention to him.Big mistake on my part because he looked just as gorgeous in his
ARIANA"Currently my type is a blonde, five-foot-four spitfire. Kind as fuck, too stunning for this world, gets mad for my sake. What's not to love?"My breath hitched in my chest. I didn't miss his less than subtle use of the L-word."Also, her protectiveness turns me the fuck on, and her nonchalance after she gets called out on it is even better. And that smart mouth of hers..." he trailed off."And what about it?""I could listen to it talk about the most mundane things, and I still wouldn't get tired of listening to her sweet voice."I released the shaky breath I was holding. I didn't realize those were the things he thought of me, and I'd be lying if I said I was unaffected by his words. "Currently?""Hm?""You said currently. Are you looking to change your type again?" "Depends. Is she going to dye her hair a different color again?""Maybe?" I hid my smile."Then the list will be updated." His lips hovered over mine seductively. "Do