43 Personal Toy

Kirill Yartsev:

My father's idea about marriage shocked me, filled me with rage and indignation. Just a day ago, I didn’t even know I had children, and now it turns out the wedding is already around the corner!

After having a serious shouting match with my parent, I flew out of his office, slamming the door loudly.

This is some kind of idiocy! Okay, kids — I’ll take responsibility, I’ll support them and their mother, but marriage these days isn’t required at all!

Yes, I looked for her. Yes, she gives me a rock-hard boner and my emotions are on edge, but that’s all lust and passion! And also some kind of thrill and a desire to tame the stubborn one. But with time all that will fade and I’ll get bored. And then how are we supposed to tolerate each other?

Leaving the premises of our company, I headed to the nearest bar with an overwhelming desire to get fuc… to get drunk, basically.

Downing the first shot of whiskey, I see Nazar sit next to me, ordering the same thing.

“Didn’t want to remind you, but I did tell you that father would completely bend you to his will and squeeze you from all sides. I also warned you about the possibility of marriage,” — despite his words, I didn’t feel any gloating from my twin. He was simply saying what I already knew.

“But your kids are there, and the girl seems not bad. That was obvious from the start. She ran away from me twice, and you — she gave it to you after just one try,” he snorts, maybe trying to cheer me up, but in vain.

“Twice,” I answer darkly, finishing my second glass of whiskey.

“Twice what?” he doesn’t get it, and I give him a meaningful look.

“No way?! And when did you manage the second time?”

“At that charity evening. I saw her, and immediately wanted to punish her,” I admit, and he whistles, looking at me attentively.

“I see.”

“What do you see?” I snap, turning to my brother.

“She got under your skin,” he leisurely sips his drink.

“Don’t make up something that isn’t there,” I bite back angrily. “She’s good to fuck, that’s all.”

“Whatever you say,” Nazar laughs slyly. “Maybe then, when you get tired of her, I’ll start visiting her instead of you. No big difference — she might not even notice, and it wasn’t a problem for us before.”

I didn’t even realize how I jumped up and grabbed Shade by the collar. His words enraged me instantly. I’m a possessive man.

“Watch your own broomstick!” I hiss right into the bastard’s face. “She’s going to be my wife, so I’m not planning on sharing this girl with anyone. Consider her my personal toy, strictly for personal use. I’ll use her for as long as I want, and when I get bored, I’ll easily find another one — and marriage won’t stop me.”

“Sure-sure,” my brother grins mockingly and quite smugly. “Just don’t forget your own words.”

Shoving Nazar back onto the bar stool, I order more alcohol. Tomorrow they’ll bring Vicky and the kids, and some very unpleasant conversations await me. If with the girl I at least know how to behave, then with two little ones — I have absolutely no idea! Until today, the only thing connecting me to kids were passing shop windows and billboards of children’s stores. I can’t imagine how I’m supposed to find common ground with them.

We stayed in the bar all day until the evening. I got seriously drunk, and Nazar had to drag me home. Father was irritated by my behavior, but didn’t say anything. I could’ve gone to my apartment in the city center, but tomorrow the newly found relatives will be brought to the family house, so it’s better to be there in advance.

As expected, Vicky and the kids were practically delivered to us, since father signed the documents Koshev brought. They were brought closer to the evening, and the nanny was with them.

It felt strange to see Vicky in regular clothes, without makeup and all the other attributes. Like this, she seems even younger — practically a girl. But even stranger was seeing two little boys in the women’s arms and realizing they were mine.

I can’t say that I suddenly felt affection for them, or that some parental instincts screamed inside me — it was just strange, unusual and… creepy.

What am I supposed to do with them? And God forbid I end up alone with them?! On the other hand, Vicky somehow manages, and all on her own at that. In this regard, the girl is impressive — can’t argue with that

When they entered our house, it wasn’t hard to notice the overwhelming fear in her blue eyes. But despite that, she stiffened up and was ready to protect her children no matter what, like a real tigress. Her eyes were scared, fear inside her, but she would desperately fight to the end.