Chapter 27 - Dhalia

My mind wandered as I lay in the tub staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't believe it's been over a year since that night at the bar. There have been so many life-changing moments. Since the birth of the twins, my life has been busier and fuller than ever before.

I felt grateful for the two loving families that have been supporting me. I must remember to thank Mila for handling all the party arrangements as soon as I see her today. Having both families at my birthday party is a treat. It's going to be mind-blowing, I'm sure.

It was great to see the families getting along. Getting out of the tub, I quickly dried and got dressed. Walking down, I admired the lovely décor. Mila truly went out of her way to make everything special. It felt like I had walked into a fairytale.

The railings were covered in flowers as was the archway in the door leading to the pool area. As I descended, I could see the colorful tables outside. Each appeared to have a different colored cloth. In the center rested flowerpots which were surrounded by platters of food.

As I took the last step, the entire Smirnov family came pouring in through the door. After greeting everyone and thanking them for their congratulations, I turned to Mila. Taking her hands, I leaned closer to be heard over the chattering. "Thank you so much, the place looks amazing."

"No worries," she replied as we hugged.

"Where's Konstantin?" I asked, turning to the crowd behind me.

"He quickly popped out but said he would be back in a jiffy," Mila replied. "Oh, and he took the twins with him."

Mila walked to the family and led them outside to the pool area. They had barely left when the Dubow's arrived. Aleksandr walked in first. He gave me a bouquet and a small gift. "Thank you so much," I said as he kissed my cheek. After a tight hug, he glanced around as he stepped back.

"Where are the twins? I really want to meet them." Aleksandr asked. "Also, can you tell me where Mila is?"

I eyed him for a moment before asking. "Is there something I need to know?"

"No, no," he said, glancing at the floor. "But we have been getting to know each other while you were out and off, busy with kids and not what."

"Aleksandr," I teased.

"No, it's not like that," he replied. "With the alliance, we have been working together." He stopped and looked at me. "Why, have you heard something else?'

Before I could say anything further, the door swung open. Konstantin walked in with a baby on each hip. Babies appeared to be made from magnets as they always attracted everyone's attention. It was magic as people were pulled to them.

Knowing everyone loved them almost as much as I did warmed my heart. Aleksandr took one and headed out. Konstantin kissed me as I took our other little one from him. "Happy birthday, my angel," he said.

We walked out through the flower arch to where the family was gathered. It was astonishing to see them all gathered here. To the left, the bar had been decorated with a Hawaiian look. There were small and big umbrellas. On one side were funny-looking glasses. On the other side were coconuts, fruit, and colorful drinks.

Around the pool were some loungers each with a towel and pillow. The place looked like it was cut from a fashion magazine. I had not realized until now how much style Mila possessed.

Alyssa came waltzing over and took the little one from me. Aleksandr stood at one of the tables with our little boy. The family was handing him around like he was a peace pipe. I grinned at my thoughts before realizing that Alyssa was doing the same with our precious angel.

Everyone took turns holding them, tickling them, or playing with them. Some simply hugged them. Konstantin poured us a sweet-tasting pina colada. Sipping it, I thought back to our first meeting. It was one of the drinks I had enjoyed the most.

Turning to him, I was about to tell him how much fun I was having when the bell rang. Konstantin headed in and came back with Anucha and our other three friends. How time had flown. We haven't seen each other in quite some time. Yet, none of them appeared to have changed at all.

The platters were phenomenal and consisted of all the foods I loved. As the day progressed, Konstantin and I missed each other constantly. I was either talking to my friends, and family or changing diapers. He was constantly running around making sure everyone was happy and that the platters and alcohol were sufficient.

When we did find time to get in a quick kiss or chat, it didn't last long. But I wasn't complaining; I was having fun. Every now and then, in the passing, he would grab my arse or give it a tender love slap between winks and kisses.

This led to exchanging seductive glances and secret smiles. As most of the people eventually started settling at tables, I took a walk-through. I was looking for Konstantin. Just as I was about to give up my search, I felt warm arms surrounding me. Spinning around, Konstantin kissed me lovingly.

"I've been looking for you," I said.

"Aw, sugar. I haven't been far away." He replied, grinning.

"It feels like we haven't even had a moment to breathe all day," I whispered as I leaned in for another kiss. Placing my arms around him, I hugged him tightly.

Konstantin lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. "Sugar, no matter where I am, or what I'm doing, I will always be with you." He said, placing his hand on my chest.

Staring into her deep blue eyes, I floated in the sky. My heart filled with happiness, and my soul felt at peace. "Do you want to get out of here?" I whispered, grinning at him.

"Oh, hell, yes," he replied, glancing around. Taking my hand, he led me around the side of the house. We snuck away quickly. The kids were happily laughing as some of the family entertained them. So, I didn't worry as we headed towards the back.

Standing between the trees touching the house wall Konstantin pressed his body against mine. He unbuttoned my blouse and laid tender kisses on my breasts. "Wait, not here," I breathed out.

Taking his hand, we moved further around the house. Sneaking into the garage, I felt slightly more at ease. Konstantin didn't wait for an invitation. He pushed me up against the car and made quick work of my blouse.

Fumbling with the zipper of his pants, I finally got it. Lowering his jeans, I could take hold of his cock. "Oh, baby," I said as I felt his stiffness.

Pulling down my panties, he lifted me onto the hood of his car. Laying back, I placed my feet on the grill for support and opened my legs. His head instantly went in between my legs, and he started licking me. I moaned as my body reacted.

Standing up, Konstantin grabbed my breasts as he pushed into me. Having him inside me always made me feel good. This time, it felt exceptional. I couldn't help glancing at the door every now and then. I felt like a naughty girl. The added adrenaline of being caught heightened my senses.

Konstantin leaned forward and placed his mouth over mine as I was about to scream. Pulling back a tab, he smiled as he looked at me. "I love you, sugar."

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THE END

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I married the head of the Bratva for my family's sake. Now he wants to possess all of me.

He's much older than me, and I hate everything about him.

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Until we're wed, and he drops all pretenses: He says I'm his now and treats me as his possession.

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He wants me to live in his house, lie in his bed, and give him babies.

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If I hated him before, I hate him even more now.

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