Page 29 of The Stowaway

“I saw she took you by surprise,” my grandfather said, passing me a shot of vodka.

“She will keep me on my toes, that's for sure,” I said, smiling wryly at him and taking the shot from him.

Nobody wore red wedding dresses anymore, not since the 60s. I knew she had been learning Russian, but the wedding dress had thrown me. We’d posed for all of our photographs in the church, and she had changed into a grey and silver dress when we got home to get the more intimate pictures. Her hair was down now, and the blonde locks of hair rested above her ass which reminded me of this morning. She wore the necklace and earrings I’d given her.

She didn't know we were going on a short honeymoon, and by the time we came back, our photos would be published nationally. I rarely gave an interview, but these were unique circumstances. I smiled, thinking about their reaction. Their time was coming to an end.

I downed my shot as I saw Amelia approach us and put my glass on a waiter’s tray as they went past.

“Moya zhena,” I said, holding my hand out for her.

She put her hand into mine, and I was satisfied to see the rings on her finger.

“Moy muzh,” she said back to me, squeezing my hand. “Thank you for the jewellery and beautiful letter.”

“Your husband, I love those words coming out of your mouth. You're welcome, Kitten.”

My grandfather had slinked off somewhere, no doubt looking for my grandmother. I wrapped my arms around her and kept my hands above her ass. I felt her arms slip under my jacket as she put her arms around my waist and placed her head on my chest. It made me want to slip away earlier than I’d planned.

“Tired?” I asked.

“A little, someone woke me up early this morning,” she said.

“It was for a good cause,” I said cheerfully before glancing around and cupping her ass. My dick hardened at the thought of her naked but for the diamonds adorning her.

I was going to fuck her non-stop for the next four days.

Chapter 12

Amelia

Three weeks later, our idyllic honeymoon seemed like a distant dream. Ivan had to go back to work, and I missed him terribly, which is why I was reading his letter again.

My beloved Kitten,

The ancient Egyptians believed that the vein of love was connected from the ring finger to the heart. This was a sign of love and commitment, shown with an enduring gem, the diamond. For me, this represents our present and future. I look forward to the many years to come with a devout love that stems from my soul.

Please accept my small gift on the day we are to be blessed through the sanctity of marriage. We will exchange our vows, and these will bind us until my dying breath. I hope I will always be what you need and give you what you want. You're my eternal obsession, Amelia. Thank you for trusting me.

I will see you soon, my love.

Forever yours, Ivan

I’d read it so many times that I knew each word by heart. When his grandmother gave me the velvet box and letter, it was a complete surprise. The contents were a stunning necklace and earring set. He must have held himself back when he gave me the ring, but I wouldn't have wanted an obnoxiously large rock on my finger. Since we got back, he had given me a smaller choker-style necklace with teardrop-shaped diamonds and a pair of matching stud earrings.

I touched the necklace, tracing the diamonds and wished he was here. With a heavy sigh, I placed the letter back into the envelope and carefully put it back into my closet drawer.

On the plus side, Pavel had sneaked me a pregnancy test. I’d threatened him with bodily harm if he told Ivan because I wanted to surprise him if it was positive. If I’d gone to the pharmacy myself, Ivan would have interrogated me like an enemy spy. I touched my abdomen to wonder if there was a tiny being growing inside of me. Our little world would grow, and I couldn't wait. I picked up the test from the bed and went into the bathroom.

∞∞∞

My eyes narrowed on Ivan and his men. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was going on. Maksim and Dima had been coming in and out with Ivan for the last week. I was sure they were living somewhere close by. When Ivan turned away from them, I quickly ran back to my seat at the dining table. Spying was hard work. The sooner we got dinner over with, the sooner I could tell him our good news.

“Sorry about that, Kitten,” he said as he closed the door.

He hadn't changed since he got back, but his tie was loosened, and he had taken his jacket off. He held my neck and kissed me thoroughly until I squirmed on my chair. When he pulled back, he had a smug look on his face.

I’d made seafood linguine similar to the one we’d had at the fake beach. I spent my days with Misha and Lena or on my tablet. He sat beside me and looked appreciatively at the food.

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