Chapter 14 - Raisa

Oleg set up a desk for me in the sunroom. I have all of my study books, my colorful pens, bright notebooks, and a brand-new laptop spread across the desk.

My internet is limited. I think he is worried I will try and contact my brothers, but I’m not even upset about that. I am just really grateful to be starting this course because it’s all I wanted from the moment I arrived here in this city.

I flick through the pages of my textbook until I find the one I was busy summarizing this morning.

I’ve just had a half-hour break, a cup of coffee, and a sandwich, and now I am back at it.

I love this.

I feel like the pages of these text books are my stepping stones. Each one carrying me closer to where I want to be. I’m so happy to not be wasting time anymore. I’m making good use of my days now and it feels amazing.

“Do you want a coffee?” Oleg asks, standing in the doorway of the sunroom.

“I just had one, thanks so much.” I say, spinning my chair to face him.

“Alright. I’ll see you at dinner then.” He smiles, setting my heart alight with that gorgeous face of his, then he disappears down the passage, back to his own office.

As he walks away, I hear him talking to the housekeeper.

“You look pale, Melissa, what’s wrong?”

“My grandson—he’s sick. It’s a very bad flu and my daughter is worried because of his asthma.”

“Has he been to the doctor yet?”

“The doctor just sent him home with cough syrup. I told my daughter—he’s not a good doctor. But she doesn’t have money for the—“

“I’ll book an appointment at a specialist for you. Go home to your grandson. and help your daughter look after him. The driver will come and collect you to take you to the specialist later this afternoon.”

I have snuck away from my desk to peek down the passage and watch them. I have a warm smile on my face. My heart glowing because he is such a gentle man.

“Oleg, you are always so kind, I can’t thank you enough.”

“There is no need to thank me, Melissa. I just want your family to be healthy. I know how important family is. Also, you should have come to talk to me already about this. I’m always here to help when you need it, ok? No matter what it is, just talk to me.”

Melissa’s voice sounds tight with tears when she says thank you again, then she wraps her arms around his waist and hugs him while he stands awkwardly, patting her gently on the back.

I grin, then sneak back to my desk. He has the biggest heart.

I’ve been paying attention to him over the past week or so, watching how he handles things, and how he speaks to the staff.

I especially admire how he treats his employees.

The more I watch him, the more I notice how gentle he is.

It’s strange because he comes across as this dominant man who always gets his way—and somehow, he is that—but people don’t do things for him out of fear. They do things for him because they admire him.

They admire him because of how he treats them.

Despite my best efforts not to, and my best efforts to stay guarded against him, I am starting to admire him too.

I turn my attention back to my textbooks. I can’t be so easily distracted if I want to reach my goals.

After a few more hours of study, I stand up to stretch. Lifting my arms above my head I yawn and lean back, flexing my shoulders. I didn’t realize how long I had been focused for. But that was a good session.

It’s still a while before dinner time, but I want to go and see what Oleg is up to.

I leave my books open, placing my pen in the curve of the page.

Wandering down the passage, I listen to see if I can hear anything.

His voice travels down the passage from his office.

He is laughing.

I quietly step close to the wall and inch closer, wanting to know what he’s talking about—and who he is talking to.

Lucky for me, his phone is on speaker.

But my heart tightens in my chest when I hear a female voice coming through the line on the other side.

“Oleg, you always make me laugh. That’s why I love doing business with you. Now tell me, when are you going to ask me out to dinner?”

“Tanya, we had our business dinner last month. Was there another meeting your wanted to schedule?” he asks, and I shake my head, even I know that wasn’t what she meant.

“No, silly. I meant we should see each other outside of business. Perhaps something more personal. I would love to find out who you are beneath all of those tailored business suits.”

Oleg clears his throat.

She is being so freaking blatant about her flirting that you can’t possibly tell me he didn’t understand this time.

But will he flirt back? Why is she flirting with him if he’s married? Did he not tell her he was married? Is he keeping it a secret from certain people because he wants to explore other options—like with her?

My heart starts beating too fast and I feel myself getting more and more upset.

“Tanya, you know my rules. I don’t mix business and pleasure. Besides, I doubt my wife would be too happy with me,” he laughs, but it’s a polite laugh—not his genuine laugh. I know the difference. It eases my mind a little, but I’m still really annoyed that she tried to flirt with him.

Why would I be so jealous? It’s ridiculous. It’s not like I have some claim over him. Technically—sure—we are married. But it’s not like I want some claim over him.

But then why am I so freaking jealous?

Outside his office door I stand hesitating. I want to march in there and tell him he’s not allowed to do business with that woman anymore.

Then I also want to laugh at myself for this silly reaction I’m having.

I sigh, too loudly, then freeze—listening for any indication that he heard me.

When I think I’m safe, I turn away from his door to leave.

“Raisa.” His voice makes me jump.

I spin around to face him, my cheeks already turning red and making it horribly obvious I was up to something.

“Were you eavesdropping?” He sounds slightly amused.

“Why would I do that?” I stammer.

“I don’t know why you would do that?“ he chuckles. “Is something wrong? You look upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Why are you asking me that?” I feel like he can see straight through me.

“If you want to ask me something, go ahead and ask me.”

He folds his arms across his broad chest and my eyes graze over his thick, muscular forearms.

“Um—“

“Don’t be shy Raisa.” Why is he grinning like that? Ugh. It’s so annoying.

“Who is Tanya? Did you go out with her? Were you guys dating? Is something happening between you two?”

The words explode out of my mouth before I really have time to think them, though, and the minute I’m done talking, I’m dying from embarrassment.

Oleg takes a step towards me. I don’t move. I feel the need to hold my ground at this point.

“You are worried about Tanya?” he asks, his chest pressed up against me.

“No—um—“

“Are you jealous, little flower?” He chuckles and the mischievous grin that spreads across his face creates perfect dimples in his cheeks.

“Why would I be? “ I mutter, trying to look away from him, but he wraps his long fingers over my jaw and lifts my face up towards his.

“It sounds very much like my wife is jealous of another woman.”

I pull my mouth tight; my lips are sealed. The more I say the more stupid I feel, so it’s best if I just don’t say anything now.

Oleg maneuvers me so that my back is against the wall and he has me trapped there. HIs hand runs up my thigh, pushing my dress higher.

My heart begins to pound heavily in my chest, beating fast.

My lips part as I take a sharp breath when he leans closer.

His mouth is only inches from mine and when he speaks, I can feel the warmth of his breath.

“I think I like it when you get jealous,” he whispers darkly.

His lips are so close to mine—I just—I want—

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. I can’t wait. I need to feel his mouth over mine.

He runs his hands over my lower back and pulls my hips up against his hard cock. I gasp against his mouth and feel the low rumble of a growl that runs through his chest.

“What are you doing to me, little flower?” he whispers.

I press my hips forward, rocking against him.

I want him so badly. I don’t want to wait anymore.

He’s teased me too many times and I’m ready.

Oleg lifts me, up against the wall, I squeal in fright because he lifts me all the way up—wrapping my legs over his shoulders.

His hand against my chest to hold me in place.

With his other hand, he pulls my underwear aside.

His hot tongue runs over my pussy and I moan loudly, knotting my fingers in his hair.

With his thumb hooked in my panties, he pushes my thighs wider apart.

His tongue pushes into me and I shudder with pleasure.

He begins to move his tongue in and out of my pussy, fucking me with his mouth, my back pressed against the wall and my head feeling dizzy.

I am terrified one of the house staff will walk past and see us—but I’m also lost in the pleasure of how this feels so I find it hard to care.

He rubs his thumb over my clit, moving in slow circles as he licks inside me.

The low moan he makes vibrates against my pussy and heightens the pleasure.

Soon I can feel myself losing control.

My legs are shaking over his shoulders, he is moving his tongue faster as he takes control of me.

I know my nails are digging into his shoulders, I’m trying not to make too much noise, but I’m struggling as I cry out with pleasure.

Then an orgasm slams into me, wave after wave it pulses through me. I feel like I am about to fall off the edge of the world, but his hands are holding me tightly.

I am still gasping from the pleasure of it when Oleg lowers me to the ground.

My legs are shaking, and even though I’ve just had the most intense orgasm—I want more. I want him.

I want to feel his cock inside me.

I grab his belt and look up at him. His pupils are dilated as he stares down at me.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper nervously excited and filled with anticipation.

I see how his jaw clenches. He closes his eyes for a second. Fighting against something.

“No, Raisa,” he says calmly, taking my wrist in his hand and pinning it behind my back.

He places his finger beneath my chin and leans down to kiss me. A very gentle kiss. I taste myself on his lips.

It turns me on even more and the desperation inside me grows.

“Why not?” I stammer, not understanding why he wouldn’t want this as well.

He shakes his head.

“Not now, Raisa.” His voice is tight when he turns away from me and walks back into his office.

My heart sinks.

Why doesn’t he want me?

Every cell in my body is screaming to feel him. I have never felt such an intense need before. I want him so badly.

I bite at my lower lip, the frustration growing deeper, wilder, angrier.

Then I spin around and march back to the sunroom.

I need something to take my mind off him. Studying is probably my best option.

But sitting at my desk, I just strum my pen against the open pages of my text book. I’m upset. Or annoyed. I can’t really tell.

I can’t stop thinking about him.

Why didn’t he want to?