Chapter 17 - Arina

I wake up in Igor's arms and look around sleepily. His alarm is going off, and I reach over him to silence it.

He groans and mutters something in Russian, and I smile, kissing his cheek. "Morning, sleepyhead."

"Morning," he mumbles, yawning and stretching. I move off him so he can get up and go to the bathroom.

I stretch in the bed, tangled in our satin sheets before I fall back and sigh. Today is a big day. I'm securing a deal that is going to make us millions, and the seller doesn't even know what prime real estate he is letting go.

I did that.

I am helping my husband gain more power than he expected in such a short period of time.

I get up and go to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Already naked, I step into the shower and let the hot water run over me.

"Room for one more?" he asks, stepping into the shower behind me.

"We don't have time," I giggle. "Maybe afterward."

"Hmm, okay."

We shower together in peace, comfortable with each other. I feel safe when he is near.

I get out of the shower first, dry off, and dress. After putting on my high heels, I leave the bedroom and walk downstairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, Matvey comes in through the front door.

"Hi, Mat," I tease him.

"I told you not to call me Mat. It's Matvey," he grumbles, but the corners of his lips turn up in a half smile.

We've grown closer ever since he saved me from Richardson. Now, he acts as my personal bodyguard if Igor isn't at the meetings with me, which also helps persuade the sellers to sell.

One look at Matvey, and I'd also do whatever I was told.

We walk together to the dining hall, and he sits beside Yvonne as I sit opposite her.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask curiously.

"Fruit, nuts, smoothies. A wholesome meal. Igor is going to be displeased." She smiles and glances at Matvey. "He's not the only one."

"What happened to bacon for breakfast?" he asks.

"You're obsessed with bacon," I tease as Igor walks in. He leans over me and kisses my forehead.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Morning," Matvey and Yvonne chorus.

"Where's the bacon?" Igor asks, looking at the fruit the servants bring out.

Yvonne and I burst out laughing.

He frowns and looks at Yvonne. "This is your doing."

"You need a healthy breakfast every now and then. Matvey also misses the bacon today." Yvonne dishes up some fruit onto her plate.

Igor grumbles, and I reach over to touch his hand. "Don't be grumpy. We're sealing an amazing deal today. And I have a surprise for you later."

"A surprise for me?" he asks with a smile. "Now, that could be interesting."

"Get a room, you two." Yvonne smiles and begins to eat.

We eat in a comfortable silence, and once I'm done, I stand up. "I'll see you at the meeting." I kiss his head and walk out, heading to the car waiting for me.

I like to get in a little bit before everyone else to get my admin and email up to date before the day really starts. I also want to go over this portfolio before I have the seller sign it later.

"Is everything prepared for later?" I ask Alfie.

"Yes, ma'am, everything is where it should be." He smiles in the rearview mirror.

I smile back and watch the passing scenery.

Once we reach the resort, I go straight to what is now my office. It's near the boardroom and Igor's office when he's here. Matvey's office is down the corridor, but he often wanders up here to see me.

Yvonne's office is next to Matvey's, and we often go up to the Sidorov suite for a splash or to have lunch together. These days, Igor is always too busy for lunch.

I sit down and pull the portfolio to me as my laptop starts up. I flip to the first page and scan the text—a one-of-a-kind resort with minimal renovations required for ten million. The projected revenue is ten times that in the first year alone. We just need to get her back in the black after the last owner managed her badly.

Irresponsible owners are like delicious meals. They want power and control over the situation, but everyone involved knows that they're desperate to get out of debt.

This resort is further out from Las Vegas, but it's got amazing facilities. The drive there is scenic, with some tourist attractions to stop at along the way, which we are also purchasing from the owner.

William, that's his name. William Aquelle. He's lost his entire fortune to mismanagement and thinks we're saving him. We're bailing him out and giving ourselves a real money-maker.

I go through the rest of the pages, making sure that every ‘t' is crossed and every ‘i' is dotted.

There can be no room for error in sales like these.

There's a knock at my door, and I look up to see Matvey.

"He's waiting with Igor in the boardroom. Are you ready?" he asks.

He always asks. He knows he doesn't need to.

I'm always ready.

I stand up with the contract in the portfolio and follow him out of my office and down to the boardroom, where Igor is texting on his phone while William taps his leg anxiously.

He clearly wants to get this over and done with as soon as possible, which suits me just fine. I have a surprise planned for my husband to celebrate this win.

William looks at his son, Josh, who is seated next to him as I lay down the contract. "Are we ready to sign gentlemen?"

"Not quite," Josh says. Igor looks up from his phone. I keep a smile on my face.

"Why's that?" I ask.

"You're too eager to buy. You could make a lot of money from this venture. We want to renegotiate the amount." Josh crosses his arms defiantly.

I have never liked this little weasel.

"William," I turn to look at him. "We have a deal to bail you out of what has been a complete failure of a business venture for ten million. We're not giving you more than that."

"I…" he starts to say.

"Then we're not selling," Josh says, standing up and buttoning his cheap suit. He's trying to look important. "And quite frankly, why are you talking and not Igor? It's his money you're spending."

"I am Mr. Sidorov's real estate agent," I say calmly. "And I handle all his real estate transactions."

"I'm sure you're more than that," Josh says mockingly. "Come, Dad, we'll find someone else to buy."

"She is more than that," Igor says, snapping his fingers. Matvey walks around the table and punches Josh in the face before he slams him into the table and holds him there.

Igor leans forward. "You are insulting my wife."

Josh tries to pull away. "You can't do this. I'll sue you."

Igor looks at William. "Your son is about to have his kneecaps fucking broken because he's gotten cocky with the wrong person. I will give you fifteen million dollars if you give me the property, and I can kill your son. Or you can take the offer for ten million, and I won't kill you both."

William shakes his head. "He's a fool. I should never have let him convince me to try to renegotiate. Ten million is fine." The old man takes the pen I offer him and signs the contract in all the places I indicate.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you. You can expect the payment within one working day." I take the contract and the pen.

Josh tries to say something, but William quickly talks over him, "Shut it. I told you this was a bad idea."

Igor gets up and offers to shake William's hand, which the old man does. "Matvey will see you out," he says.

He walks out with me, and we head toward his office. I stop him just outside the door. "Come up to the suite for a drink with me."

Igor looks down at me. "We have work."

"You're the boss," I say quietly, fixing his tie. "I'm going upstairs. Be up in ten minutes or miss out."

"Hmm," Igor hums. "Okay."

I walk away, the click of my heels on the tiled floor resonating down the corridor.

I take the elevator up and hurry into our bedroom, where a waitress's outfit waits for me in my size. I slide out of my clothes and get dressed as quickly as I can.

As I'm buttoning up the top, I hear the door open. "Arina?"

"Sit on the armchair and don't touch anything."

I hear him chuckle and flop down onto the armchair ungracefully.

I put my high heels back on and tie my hair in a high pony. I check my makeup and walk out. His back is turned to me.

"Hello, Mr. Sidorov. Can I get you a drink?"

I walk slowly toward him, and he turns slightly to look at me. I can see the lust instantly flash in his eyes.

"Mrs. Sidorov…" he breathes.

"I'm just a hotel waitress," I say, running my hand along his shoulders. "What do you want to drink?"

"Whiskey. Neat." I can feel him watching me as I walk to the bar.

I go behind it, and he starts to get up.

"No," I say, holding a hand up. "I insist the boss stays where he is while I fix him something to drink."

He lowers himself back down, licking his lips. "Roleplaying? Really?"

"Are you going to play along or not?" I ask, holding up a bottle of whiskey.

"Well, Arina, my hotel waitress. Hurry with my drink. I'm a busy man."

I smile and take out a glass. "It's a shame you don't want ice," I say, picking up an ice cube and rubbing it down my neck and across my cleavage. "Las Vegas is exceptionally hot in summer."

He crosses his legs and clears his throat. "You're teasing me. If my wife finds out…"

"She won't," I say, dropping the ice cube down my cleavage. "Oops."

I try not to smile too brightly as I pour his whiskey, put it on a tray and walk over with it.

"How is your balance so good?" he asks.

"I was a waitress in high school," I say. "Mr. Sidorov."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. "So, you need the cash. How should I tip you?"

"You should always tip a waitress for every job she completes." He takes out a hundred dollars and tucks it into the waistband of my very short skirt.

I hand him the whiskey, and he downs the glass. He lowers his hand and drops the glass to the carpet before he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. "What jobs does a waitress perform?"

"Always take care of the boss," I murmur, stroking his chest. "Always make sure he's happy."

"I'm happy right now," he says as he takes my hand and presses it to his hard crotch.

I grab his cock through his pants and massage it gently. He growls, and I smile. "You look tense, boss."

"Do I?" he murmurs.

I slide off his lap and onto my knees. Sensing what I'm going to do, he opens his legs more to get comfortable and allow me more space.

"Let me." I lick my lips as I undo his pants and free his erection. "Why, you are happy."

"Very," he says, and I can hear he's a little breathless.

I've always wanted to roleplay something, and I'm so glad he's enjoying it as well. I lower my head and lick around the tip of his cock. He grunts and shifts slightly. "Arina."

"Ask me nicely to suck your cock," I whisper, kissing the tip.

"Be a doll and suck my dick," he says, reaching down to stroke my face gently.

I smile and lower my face, wrapping my mouth around his penis and bobbing my head up and down, my hand reaching to fondle his balls while I move.

I can hear his breathing speed up, and I can feel him squirming under me. Suddenly, his hand finds my ponytail, and he tugs on it. He knows I like having my hair pulled. I feel him wrap my ponytail around his hand, and then he starts forcing me to take more and more of him into my mouth until his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I gag slightly, and he pulls me up to catch my breath before he pushes me down again. He holds me there while I gag, choking on his girth.

He pulls me off and looks at me, spittle running down the side of my mouth. He breathes hard as he takes me in.

I slide my hands up his legs and smile. He pulls out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and throws it at me. "Clean up and come sit on my lap."

I wipe my mouth and get to my feet as gracefully as I can.

"Are you wearing anything under that skirt?" he asks, looking up at me curiously.

"Why don't you check?" I ask him.

He leans forward and, with one finger, lifts my skirt to see I'm bare just for him.

"Hmm, turn around." I follow his instructions. "Come sit on the boss's lap."

I lower myself slowly. He places one hand on my hip and uses his other hand to guide his cock into my pussy.

As soon as he's fully in me, I let out a low moan. I hook my legs over his, and lean back against him. He reaches around me and fondles my breasts through my shirt as he starts moving his hips. I move along with him.

He's hitting a spot deep inside me that just kills me. The whole situation has me extremely horny and sensitive. He finds my nipples and teases them through the thin fabric, and I clench around his cock. He lowers a hand around my hip and finds my clit, fingering it fast.

I buck, crying out in pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," he growls.

"So am I," I moan, gripping the wrist of his hand that is fingering me. "It's too much. It's too much. It's too much. Oh, fuck."

He slams into me, and I feel his cum fill me while I suddenly squirt, spraying liquid like a fire hose while he continues to finger fuck my clit.

I cry out again, and he slows down, kissing my shoulder.

"Well…" he murmurs. "That was some drink."

I laugh and lean back, turning my head so I can kiss him.