Page 26 of Koroleva

The staircase divided the first floor into two very distinct areas. To the right was the living-dining room with a large library lining the back wall. And another adjacent area to comfortably watch TV on a large leather corner sofa.

Almost everything was white; floors, sofas, furniture, with some decorative elements breaking the monochrome. Like the library, which was made of dark wood, or the paintings, cushions, and small sculptures strategically placed.

The front of the house featured a large glass wall overlooking the garden. Aleksa mentioned that it opened completely to become a sort of all-in-one.

From the living room, we headed to the kitchen. It occupied the other half of the floor, was very spacious, with top-notch appliances, and featured a table for sixteen diners in dark wood, plus mustard-colored chairs.

The glass wall led to an outdoor summer dining area on the left side next to a barbecue.

The garden featured a very large illuminated pool. There were comfortable loungers on one side where I could see myself sunbathing, although the best part was the spectacular sea views. That truly took your breath away.

Aleksa had his colleague bring up my suitcases, and I took the opportunity to take off my shoes, leave them aside, and position myself at the foot of the staircase, facing the glass wall.

"I needed to feel something cold on the soles of my feet." I sighed in relief as soon as I took off my shoes. "How many rooms does the house have?" I asked.

"Eight. On the second floor are the two master suites with terraces and the spa. On the third floor, there are four double bedrooms, all with independent bathrooms and an office. One of the rooms is Adriano's."

"And the other two?"

"There's an annex wing next to the garage. It contains a multimedia game area, gym, laundry, and a room for the service."

"And where do you sleep?" I asked curiously. My interest was to see if I could place Andrey close to him.

"If you're trying to fuck my man, I'll tell you he's not for sale," my husband muttered, coming down the stairs. Aleksa looked at me displeased, and I didn't move. I was watching him through the glass reflection, as imposing as he was an asshole.

"A shame, they say variety is the spice of life," I commented, clicking my tongue. I said it just to irritate him, annoyed that he could insinuate that I slept with just anyone. I was very selective with my lovers. Aleksa was attractive, but not my type, maybe in another era, now I was more into erasing tattoos with my tongue.

I turned around to face Romeo. "You and Piero can go rest," he said to his man without looking at me.

"Thanks, boss." I wrinkled my nose. Where were they going? Didn't they live here? Our men lived with us.

"Your men aren't staying?"

"No," he replied sharply. He was unbuttoning some cufflinks with the initial C of his last name. I always found it a sexy object. He put them in his trouser pocket while rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Sorry, the only ones staying are us, so if you were planning something with my men, it's going to be tough."

"Mmm, I love it raw," I flirted, licking my lips.

Piero came down behind Romeo, and both he and Aleksa wished us good night and left through the door leading to the garage.

"Why don't they live with you?" I wanted to know. His despotic comments weren't going to affect me.

"The neighborhood is very secure. They don't live very far, I have another property nearby, plus some have their own families."

"Well, I demand that my men be single, families tend to be a hassle for their work."

"Is that the only reason you want them single?" Was that jealousy? I smiled and approached him to run a nail along the side of the buttons.

"Relax, I never fuck with work," he stopped the movement of my finger by grabbing my wrist and snorted. I might not like him, and the feeling was mutual, but the sexual tension was undeniable. Where is it written that one cannot indulge the body, even if it means sleeping with the enemy? Attraction and hatred were not mutually exclusive, at least not for me. "And isn't there room for my boys at that property of yours?" I insisted, pressing against his body. The word was not erased from my vocabulary, I was ready to do whatever it took to achieve my goal.

"Maybe I can make some space for them," his fingers released my wrist and I took the opportunity to run my finger along the waistband of his pants.

Without my heels, his height was threatening; I always liked to walk barefoot at home and men who were taller than me, especially if they were well-dressed.

He stepped away from me and went to the kitchen. I followed him. Observing the wide back that ended in a wonderful round butt. Romeo reached for a couple of glasses.

"Want a drink?" he asked, pulling out a bottle of Grappamiel.

"Sure, my father used to say there's always room for alcohol, I took after him."

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