Chapter 8 - Igor

I'm tired from being up for most of the night. I tried to sleep on the sofa, but I am far too big to fit on it—a reminder to get a different sofa.

At about four in the morning, I went to the kitchen and looked around. The servants had just come in to get ready for the day.

"Sir, how can we help?" Jannie, head of the house, asked.

"I want breakfast early, in my office. My wife will eat when she wakes up." I said.

I returned to my office without saying anything else and sat at my table, bleary-eyed and yawning.

I cleared some space for the coffee they brought. Thank God for good Russian coffee.

I rub the stubble that's grown on my face, and I settle back.

Hours pass until Yvonne walks in. I'm on my fourth cup of coffee already.

"She has clothes to wear for today. I've asked her for her address so I can fetch her things. Matvey has retrieved her vehicle." She sits opposite me, pours herself a cup of coffee, and smiles brightly. "She wants to be friends."

"That's good. You're an amazing person to be friends with. She would be lucky." I drain my cup and sit back as the servants bring my breakfast.

"Are you going to eat?" I ask her, picking up my fruit and starting on that.

She gets up and puts butter and sugar in my porridge. "I will eat with your wife."

"You're not going to forgive her easily, are you?" I chuckle.

"She has to work for it. Although she seems genuine." Yvonne finishes her coffee and sets the cup down. "I should get going, or I'll be late."

"Enjoy," I say.

I turn back to my food. The fruit is good, but I like a hot breakfast—I always have. It reminds me of my mama in Russia. She always made us hot porridge growing up, always with too much butter and sugar, because she claimed we needed the energy.

Once my porridge is done, I eat my cooked breakfast and then wipe my mouth with a serviette before my butler takes the tray away.

I turn back to the reports on my desk. I sent Matvey off to gather some information for me, and I'm waiting for him to come back before I make a decision.

For someone who doesn't make hasty decisions, getting married overnight is something else.

I can't sleep on a sofa forever, and she's going to have to accept that. Tonight, we sleep in the same bed, whether she likes it or not.

I get lost in my work until I hear Alfie say, "Sorry, boss, she insisted on seeing you."

Arina walks into my office and looks around. "It's nice in here."

"Glad you approve." I rub my stubble again. "Come to start arguing early."

Arina turns to Alfie. "Please give us a moment."

Alfie looks at me, and I give him a nod before I stand up and walk to the other side of my desk, leaning on it, crossing one leg over the other, and crossing my arms.

"I have a proposal," Arina says, lowering herself into a chair and crossing her legs. Yvonne chose the clothes well, and they extenuated her curves nicely.

"There is no negotiating this marriage, Arina. The sooner you come to accept that, the better." I look down at her. "We are bound to each other. Marriage means a lot to our family. We don't just leave our spouses."

"I'm not saying we get divorced," she says, which makes me quirk an eyebrow.

"Then what does your proposal involve?" I ask.

"I want to get back at my half-brothers," she says quietly. "They lived a life of luxury while my mother was chased away, and I landed up growing up in a shit environment with strangers. I want them to pay."

This announcement comes as a complete shock. I've always known the Milovs to put family first. For them to have turned away a half-sister changes things in ways I will have to think about.

"Your half-brothers don't want anything to do with you?" I ask curiously. "Then what could you honestly propose to me?"

"I want revenge, and I know you hate them. We can get revenge together and both be satisfied." She stands so I'm not looking that far down on her.

"It's the perfect plan," she says. "Do we have a deal?" She holds out her hand.

"Only if you act like a wife and learn the ways of the family," I say. "You're already a part of us. We may as well teach you the ropes."

"Fine, I'll shake on it. My word is good." She keeps her hand held out.

I take it and pull her to me. "A kiss to seal the deal."

She looks up at me with those intense blue eyes, and I lower my head and kiss her deeply.

We both close our eyes and lean into the kiss. I wrap my arms around her as she rests her hands on my broad chest. I can feel my dick start to harden at the thought of bending her over the desk and taking her. A little moan escapes her, and I groan back when suddenly there's a knock at the door.

We pull away, me more reluctantly than she does. She moves quickly to put distance between us.

I grumble and look at the door. "What is it, Matvey?"

"It's the resort. It's worse than what I originally thought. We're missing hundreds of thousands of dollars." He walks straight to me with the reports.

I got interrupted for this. Fuck.

"We'll go there today." I look at Arina for a moment before I look back at Matvey. "I'm going to take a shower and shave. Have the servants pack a suitcase for me."

"Yes, Igor," my brother says before leaving.

Arina hangs around. She seems a little awkward.

"I won't be gone long. Then we can look into what we can do for the Milovs," I promise her.

"I want to go with you. To the resort." She looks up at me. "If you want me to learn the way of your family, you can't leave me behind to play housewife all day."

I smile. "Someone will bring your clothes from your apartment, and you can pack a suitcase and join us."

I see Matvey make a face, but he doesn't say anything. Lucky for him.

"I'm going to shower and shave. Do you want to join me?" I lower my voice and grin.

"I've already showered," she says abruptly, her cheeks coloring.

I smile coyly and get up, walking out past Matvey. "Get her clothes here and anything else she needs."

"I can go with," she says. "I can pack up my stuff."

"You're going to stop trying to run away and divorce me?" I ask, looking at her seriously.

"I swear it," she says, holding her hands up.

I nod. "Alfie and some servants will go with you. I'll see you when you're back. The resort is hot, so pack light clothes."

I go upstairs to the master bedroom and start to strip.

I throw my clothes in the hamper while my butler turns on the shower and adds some of those nice-smelling steamers.

He starts ruffling through my closet while I walk to the bathroom naked and climb into the shower. I sigh as the hot water washes away my stiff muscles from sleeping on the sofa.

I tilt my head to the left, and there's an audible crack in my neck. I tilt my head to the right and two audible cracks. I sigh and start to lather up.

"Sir, your clothes are laid out," Jannie says from the bedroom.

"Thanks," I call. "That will be all."

I run my hands over my body and imagine what it would be like to have her small hands run over my skin. Soft and delicate, I wonder how it would feel to have her hand wrapped around my erect cock.

I take a deep, shaky breath. Now is not the time to jerk off in the shower to the thought of my wife on her knees in front of me, but my dick has other ideas. I take some deep, calm breaths.

I will have her soon enough to pleasure me.

I know it's going to be out of this world. At least for her, it will be. I'll ensure she has so many orgasms she won't be able to get up and make a sandwich afterward.

I take a few deep breaths and clear my mind, my cock becoming flaccid once more.

I wash my hair and rinse before I turn the shower off. I towel dry off and toss the towel to the side before I lean over the basin. I take my shaving cream and lather my face before picking up my razor. I sharpen it on the piece of leather nearby before I carefully start to shave the rough stubble off my face.

Once done, I brush my teeth and then splash on some aftershave. I go to the bedroom and dress.

Some would say I live like a king, and I really do. I prefer it that way. Why have all this money if you're not going to enjoy it?

I dress in a suit, but I forgo the tie, leaving the top two buttons undone. Running a comb through my hair,, I put on my suit jacket and buttoned it up. I then came out of my bedroom and went downstairs to where Yvonne was giving the servants instructions.

"I will be gone for a few days. I don't know if Matvey will stay at the resort with Arina and me or if he will come straight back. Either way, you're welcome to come with me if you want some company." I reach out and stroke her hair out of her face. "I don't want you to get bored."

"I'm enjoying playing house and setting this place up. I think I'll revamp the sunroom next," she says thoughtfully. "Are you not worried about Arina running away?"

"Actually, no. She has agreed to play my doting wife if I help her get revenge against her half-brothers." I fix my sleeves. "I didn't think the Milovs were the kind to turn family out, but apparently, they're worse than I thought."

"Hmm, they still won't like that you married their half-sister," Yvonne says, looking up at me.

"Make sure they find out about it," I grin. "And let me know how they react."

"Of course." She gives an innocent smile and turns to leave.

Servants come down with luggage packed just as Arina returns with more servants, Matvey, and Alfie.

Her main luggage is left at the door, and Yvonne comes back to direct the ladies on how to unpack Arina's things.

Arina comes inside and looks at me, blushing slightly—no doubt remembering our kiss. Good, I want her to think about it as much as possible.

Matvey walks up to me. "We'll load your bags into the car and get on our way. We're taking two cars since I'm sure you and your bride would like some privacy."

"I'm tempted, but no. We must discuss how we're going to handle this situation. Let there be two cars, but only because I know you won't stay." I look at Arina. How did she behave?"

"No problems at all," Matvey says. "She didn't try anything while we were at her place. Just packed everything up and gave Alfie the keys to get the rest of her stuff into storage until she can go through it."

"Good, I'm glad she's come up with this little proposal to fuck over her half-brothers. We're going to make a lovely partnership." I stare at her.

She's standing to the side, looking at the artwork on the wall, and I smile. She hides her wicked side so very, very well.