Page 14 of Andrei's Solnyshko

His licks his lips, “I dream of fucking you,solnyshko, but what I want to do right now is feed you.”

My heart expands and I snuggle in closer to him. We don’t say anything for a few minutes. I finally slide out of his lap and he stands.

“I’ll let you get dressed. Come to the dining room when you’re ready.”

“What do you want me to wear?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I, um, I’m not used to deciding…..”

“There isn’t a wrong answer, Summer. Go through your closet and pick something.” He smile is wicked, “If you prefer to be naked, I won’t object.”

“I don’t have anything casual.”

“You do now.”

He turns on his heel but stops, “You owe me a spanking.”

My stomach flips as I walk into the bathroom and find two walk-in closets. One is his and the other must be mine, but I don’t recognize the clothes, and they all have tags on them. Expensive tags. There’s jeans, yoga pants, and sweatshirts. I can’t help smiling. I don’t remember the last time I was allowed to wear a sweatshirt. Sure, there’s cocktail dresses and high heels, but they aren’t even close to being as revealing as the slutty stuff Carlos made me wear.

There’s a dresser and I open the top drawer to bras and underwear. The second and third drawers are where I find the revealing items, but in the form of lingerie.

The floor of the closet is lined with heels, boots, tennis shoes and flip flops. All my size.

I choose a pair of jeans but the size is one too big, my size before Carlos put me on a diet. Hanging next to them are the same jeans but in a smaller size, my size now. Is he expecting me to gain weight? I look in the mirror at my too thin body. My collar bones stick out and you can see my damaged ribs. I quickly dress in a pair of jeans and over-sized sweatshirt, excited at the prospect of a big breakfast.

I braid my hair as I pad barefoot down the hallway only getting lost twice before finding the dining room. Andrei is reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, while Roza adds a platter tothe already filled table. It is a large oval table with light and dark blue upholstered chairs surrounding it. Above the table is a crystal chandelier and light pours in from the balcony, providing the best views of the valley below. There are colorful, botanical paintings on the wall and beautiful décor and crystal pieces cover a nearby buffet table. I quickly search for anything personal of Andrei’s but there is nothing. No photos, nothing.

When he lowers the paper, I don’t see a monster. I see a gorgeous man with reading glasses slipping down his nose, holding a blue mug of steaming coffee. His smile is approving when he scans my body, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

He folds his paper and nods to the chair next to him. Roza quickly fills one glass with orange juice and another with water. A mug of steaming coffee is already waiting for me.

I sit down and she smiles widely, “Miss Summer, good morning.” She lifts the lids to the silver platters revealing bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, and buttered croissants. There is a bowl of fresh fruit and a basket of muffins and cinnamon rolls. She turns to Andrei and scolds him, picking up his gun and handing it to him, “Guns off the table.” He chuckles, and she asks, “Will there be anything else?”

He puts the gun in the back of his pants. “We’ll call you if we need anything. Thank you.”

She smiles and leaves. I have a sip of my coffee and it tastes just how I take it.

He has a bite of bacon and encourages me, “Fill your plate, Summer. Eat.”

I fill my plate with everything and when I have a bite of bacon I moan. “I don’t remember the last time I had bacon.”

“Have as much as you want.”

We eat in silence, and I savor the flavor of everything, but questions won’t stop filling my head. He’s a very intuitive man because he says, “Just ask me, Summer.”

“Ask you what?”

“If I’m a murderer, what crimes I’ve committed. Isn’t that what you want to know?”

“I already know you are.”

“Yes, but I do run a legitimate business. I own a majority of the casinos along the Strip.”

“But?”

“But, I’m also a member of the Bratva, and there are nefarious activities I take part in. I don’t kill innocent people, my angel, but I do find a sick sense of enjoyment when I kill evil men. I am not a law abiding citizen, and my life is dangerous. My father was a brutal man and other families still seek revenge for his crimes. He is no longer alive, so my brother and I are their targets.”

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