Acting

“I’ll call the kitchen when we’re ready for dinner,” Adrian says.

“Of course.” The man nods and starts to leave, but before he does, he glances at me with a look of interest.

From the look on his face and the way his eyes widened after Adrian’s words, I can tell that gossip will start soon.

When we exit the elevator, Adrian leads me down a hallway to the left and through a big wooden door. Inside, there’s a huge space with a living room in the middle. To the left is a library, and to the right is a modern kitchen and a dining area. The furniture is simple, probably to make it easier for Adrian to move around. The room is decorated in warm colors mostly browns and cream, using a lot of natural materials, especially wood. It looks modern but still warm and inviting. I like it.

“We need to go over a few things,” Adrian says, pointing to the living area, where a long sofa sits in front of a big TV on the wall.

“You’ll sleep in the room over there,” he says, pointing to the right. “My room is on the other side.”

The space is so big that it takes me a few seconds to spot the doors he’s talking about. I don’t really care how the room looks as long as there’s a comfortable bed and a lock on the door. My feet hurt, so I head to the sofa, take off my heels, and sit down on the soft cushions.

It feels strange to be here, in his space. I’m going to be living here for the next six months. With him. Up until now, everything felt unreal, like it was happening to someone else. But now, sitting on his sofa, in his house, it’s hitting me. This is really happening.

I should be afraid. I’m nervous, but there’s no fear. Something’s wrong with me. I look up at the man in charge of the Russian mafia, the man who promised to kill me if I fail to play my part in his plan and instead of feeling afraid, I’m attracted to him. I must be going crazy.

“It’s late, so I’ll show you around the house tomorrow,” Adrian says as he rolls toward the sofa. “It’s better if you don’t wander around alone until I introduce you to everyone.”

“Okay.” Nila nods. “What happens now?”

“I’ll call the kitchen and have some food and drinks brought in. We didn’t eat anything earlier. Do you want something specific?”

“I’m not hungry, but it wouldn’t hurt to let the staff see us. It’ll get the gossip going faster.”

This wasn’t part of my plan for the night. I thought she would want to go to bed to get away from me, but now I’m curious what she has in mind. It’s a little unsettling. The way she acts makes this whole situation seem normal. But nothing about being forced to live with a stranger and pretend to be his wife is normal. She must really care about her father to agree to this and be so committed.

While I’m calling the kitchen, Nila starts taking pins out of her hair. I watch as her long black hair falls down her back, looking like a waterfall of shiny silk. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

“When do you think the maid will arrive?” Nila asks as she removes the last pin.

“Any second.”

“Alright, let’s get started.” She stands up from the sofa and walks over to me.

She leans in and begins unbuttoning my shirt, her face calm, but her hands are shaking a little. Finally, a normal reaction. When she finishes with my shirt, she tilts her head as if she’s thinking about something, then looks me in the eyes.

“Can I sit on your lap?”

I narrow my eyes. “What?”

“On your lap? Will it hurt your leg?”

She wants to sit in my lap? I can’t stop staring at her. “It won’t hurt my leg.”

Nila nods, lifts her dress with one hand, and places the other on my shoulder. She bites her bottom lip, looking unsure of what to do next. I lean in, wrap my arms around her waist, and lift her into my lap. She gasps, her arms going around my neck, and her eyes widen.

“And now what?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“We wait for the maid, Tina to see us snuggling so she can go and spread the news like the gossip she is.” Adrian said with a smile. 

“But we’re not doing that, are we? You’re just sitting in my lap.” I reach up and push a strand of her black hair away from her face, then hold her at the back of her neck. I lean in and kiss her neck gently. With my other hand, I slide it up her bare thigh, feeling her tense.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Come in!” I call out, not taking my eyes off Nila’s neck.

“Pakhan, Kathya asked me to bring” Tina’s voice cuts off halfway through.

“Leave the tray in the kitchen and go,” I say sharply, like I’m being interrupted from something important. My body seems to think so.

Tina quickly sets down the food and hurries out, slamming the door behind her.

Once Tina is gone, Nila pulls away from my neck and jumps off my lap. Good. If she stayed there any longer, she’d probably notice how hard my dick was straining against my trousers.