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to him, my face red, i bite my lips to keep from grinning after voicing my thoughts.

"My bad, it's distracting" He smirks not sounding the least bit sorry.

"What the heck are you doing here anyway?" I glare at him.

"I was in your estate" He repeats again in monotone.

"Uh uhn" I nod unconvinced.

"I just wanted to pick you up foxie" He shakes his head at himself running his hand through his hair as if he's annoyed by it.

He's so beautiful, his lips is red from my assault.

Good!

"I got you something"

I couldn't stop the grin i love presents "You did seriously?"

"Yeah" He nod smiling down at me. "I'll go get it"

He leaves to go do that and I almost start skipping in happiness! He got me something!

This man is a disaster for me. I don't understand how fast in this tornado speed my feelings are whirling for him.

It's dangerous.

It's not supposed to feel this way. Too much yet enough.

I've never felt this way.

I'm suddenly having a headache now, my smile drops and i frown.

What is happening to me.

He walk back in put the remote aside and walking to me.

"Foxie are you okay?" He ask watching me carefully

What?

"I'm fine" I nod "Why are you asking me that"

He watches me for minutes long and doesn't respond and i want to hit him to say something.

He smiles and it makes me smile too. And we're looking at each other like goofy idiots.

"Here" He hands me a matted silk box.

I pull it open and it's my hair clip from that night. I lift a brow smiling even though I'm a little confused by the gesture.

Wait...

"Lucy! Why do you have them engraved with real diamonds? Do you always throw away your money on first dates" I literally feel my hands start shaking.

I know I've been gifted extortionately from men, I don't know why this just feels different.

"Not really, I don't go on dates foxie" I hear his voice closer.

I lift my head and almost lose myself in his eyes. I think his response through biting my lips "You're joking?" I knit my brows together in surprise.

"No" He tuck one hand into his pockets stepping closer to me.

"B-but why not" Jesus why am I stuttering! I don't stutter!

"I just don't like them" He says and i feel like there's more to it.

"But you're taking me on one. Lucy" My voice emits out in a whisper when his palm frames my face. His touch drives that fuzzy, sensation through my body.

He pull on the band of my hair, that took me nearly thirty minutes to perfect because of my thick curls.

"Yes, you drive me absolutely mad Foxie" His breath hit my face ,warming it. My hair fall to waist and he picks the clips and tucks it from the back of my ears like the day of the foundation.

My face is hot. I don't know what to say to him.

"I'm going to go finish up. Thank you it's really beautiful" I take his hand from my hair when he won't let go "You can make yourself at home or whatever"

I don't wait for his response and bolt upstairs back to my room.

I'm breathing heavily and trying to calm myself down.

Oh Jeez! What just happened he'll be the death of me.

I go back to finish dressing up, while everything keeps replying over and over in my head and I'm smiling like an idiot.

I restyle my hair and do it like it was done, the night of the foundation, i add some intricate edges and glue some diamonds in the circles with some lash glue.

I gloss my lips then spray some chilled water and pat my flushed skin.

I grab a body jumpsuit and my overall coat, some sneakers. I scent up and finish up.

I look at myself in my floor to ceiling mirror and I'm still smiling and blushing! Omg!

I tuck in some grapes gum in my mouth so my nerves focus on chewing and not embarrassing me infront of Nikolai!

Cool cool cool!

When i get back out he's infront of a large painting by the electric fireplace. It's of huge wave smashing a bolder. It is absolutely culminate and definite. And it speaks a thousand that words would have failed to express.

"D'Itcainarena you have good taste" He says to me. I wonder how he knew i was already here

"You like?" I whisper talking about the painting.

He turns around with a soft smile, it drops when he spots me, and his eyes run over my form.

"Absolutely" His voice thickens laced unprecedentedly that I'm so unfamiliar with.

I start fidgeting, and tuck my hand into my coat.

"Shall we?"

"Sure" Why are we whispering.

I expect him to take my hand but he doesn't. I work the security system and we leave.

He pulls open the door to customizes white wrangler, i guess he likes jeeps alot. But he pulls open the door for me and i mutter a thank maneuvering myself in.

We leave my house premises and my throat is locked tight my hands are shaking and i have the unbelievably need to fart.

Oh God! oh God! What the fûck!!

I'm also sweating a bucket!

What the hell it's so cold today.

"You okay" His hand covers my thighs, which is vibrating, my feet keeps tapping. I'm brought back to our contract signing i was in this exact same position.

My nerves melt into the heat, but electricity shoots up my body from his touch.

"I'm good" I nod.

"Are you sure?"

I nod offering him a smile, then we bicker back and forth over unethical things and I know he only did that to take away my nerves.

We get there and he helps me out of his jeep, i look around and see we're at an Invoive an expensive club.

"You're trying to get me drunk and wasted tonight aren't you" I lift a brow smirking at him.

"Not exactly" He shakes his head tugging on my wrist.

His guards circle us and we make our way through the underground entrance, until we're enveloped into the elevator.

I glance at him, smiling my nerves shooting to the sky. I tug my wrist away and make a grab for his hand.

He turns to me, then glance down at my action.

"What are you doing" He ask with a frown.

"Nothing" I respond quickly, tucking my hand into my coat pockets completely embarrassed with reddened cheeks.

We step out, another set of security covers us and i can already hear the loud music pulsing with the walls of the building and vibranting off.

I can smell drugs, weeds and expenses perfumes of filthy rich people.

We step in and it's a little crowded, i hate crowds.

He steers me to the back, i hear the music start o fade and a more softer one takes charge. We're in large glass boothe with blue lights floats, i try to touch it but my hands go through it making me realize it's projected light.

"This place is beautiful" It smells clean and fruity too.

"I hoped you'd like it, I don't like crowds" He tells me, moving behind me to take off my coat, my senses heightens. But smile brightens at his words.

"Me neither"

"What would you like? Do you drink?" He question, i watch him take off his own coat and puts them away. My mouth waters watching how his black sweater hugs his muscles oh my Godddd!

What did he ask me!

"Foxie" He calls, i meet his eyes only to see him glancing away from my chest and smirking.

"Uh.. what did you say!" Idiota idiota!

"Эта женщина, ты меня с ума сводишь" His completely 360 accent drives me crazy "I asked you what you would like to drink?"

I wet my lip, feeling tingles in my püssy from his words even though i have no idea what he said "I don't drink"

"Okay" He goes over to the bar, and starts mixing stuffs with expertise sure movements. "What's your favorite ice-cream flavor aside chocolate"

"I don't have one"

"If you were going to die, and you had to pick one to survive which would it be?"

"I would rather die!" I gasp in absolute dismay

He chuckles at me "Come on work with me here"

"Alright fruits then?"

"Pineapple, grapes, lemon"

He nods, then looks at me and smiling. I smile back crossing my arms then break our gaze to look around and because my face is getting so hot.

"Hey, wait what did you say to me earlier in Russian?" I turn to him, lifting a brow.

He grin "I said you drive me fücking crazy" He walks over to me, hands me a glass, rimed with blue sugar and a lime on the rim.

I flush at his words.

There fruits at the bottom and it smells good.

"Thank you" I accept and go to sit, i feel him drop into the spaces next to me so his scent intoxicates me.

"What is this?" I question

"Taste it" He tilts his head, his nose studs catches the lights and glimmers. He left his hair down from my assault, my heart staggers at his perfect picture, his features are unbelievably.

He's fücking beautiful.

I grin at my thoughts.

I eye him skeptically, then flush when i meet his gaze again. There's just something about the way he looks at me.

"You can trust me, you know that"

I take the swirly black straw and sip, my eyes bulge out and i take a larger sip.

"This is fücking good! You have to teach me how to make it" I stab all the colour of grapes in there and some pineapple and put it into my mouth. I moan from the soaked taste of the fruit from the glass content.

This is so good.

My eyes closes at the bliss, i take a slip again and moan. When i pull my eyes open I'm met with dark green eyes telling a thousand storm of desire and lust.

"Lucy this is...." I start in a breathy whispers

But he collects my glass then press his lips to mine. I'm immediately drunk on his tastes meeting his demands with mine.

His kisses are always staggering, alarming jolting my system and setting my skin and inside ablaze.

My head, whirls from the suddeness the change but I completely welcome the wicked pleasure.

His hand fist into my hair, then branding my hips and squeezing. My heart trembles in my chest.

I'm caught in a whirlwind of the absolute fuckening of pure bliss.

I moan into his mouth then moan some more, then i feel his hand in between my thighs, he strokes and rubs on my pussy making my whole body heat up some more.

I gasp in to the kiss, breathing harshly through my nose and arching up against his hand, against him for more.

My hand sqeezes on his shoulder, them thrust into his hair. I feel so high, so drugged so so intoxicated with his taste.

His lays me flat on the large soft couch, his hand moving up my body as if wanting to commit each curves and dip to his memory

"This fücking jumpsuit is doing things to me foxie" He breathes harshly into my neck, pressing open mouthed kisses that burst in star flames on my skin.

I feel him tugging the zip down until my breast is exposed.

He peers at me with dark eyes and my heart nearly exploded. His hand cups my breast roughly kneading the flesh and brush his thumb on my hard nîpple through the lace.

He sucks hard and I throw my head back into the couch straining against him tugging on his head for more. My head exploding with fireworks

"Lucy Fûck"

"I want you so bad Foxie, tell me you want me too"

"I do, p-please more"