The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(144)

''God your hard,'' she moaned as she came down from her plateau. ''You're so big and hard, and I love it.'' He was covered in sweat now, and she liked the ease with which her hands could slide over his skin. When she dropped her hands onto his buttocks, she felt him twitch inside her. She leaned into his neck, ''come on, give it to me.'' When he came, she felt his hot semen shooting into her in a jet like bursts. She put her legs around his back and held onto him. It was only then that she really took any notice of how beautiful their bodies looked together. Black and white.

''You want to do what,'' Andrey said as they lay next to each other. He pushed himself up, leaned on one arm and listened more attentively.

''I want to do an interview with Maxim Sokolov. He owns this place doesn't he? Which means you must work for him.''

''I don't work for him. I work with him and soon I won't be. I'm going on my own. Why do you want to interview him?''

''Because he's the big boss. The one who got away and the only one anyone is interested in anymore.''

''You're mad. Absolutely mad. A young woman like you has no chance with him. You won't even get in the door. In fact, he's more likely to murder you.''

''Well, I can try,'' she said defensively.

''Get your clothes on and leave now. And let this be a warning to you. If I hear that you have been anywhere near him, I'll finish you off myself.''

''But Andrey it was so lovely this evening, why are you suddenly so...?''

''Because you're pissing me off, now get your ass out of here.''



*****



''Hello Mr. Sokolov,'' Mel said as the short chubby man arrived in the Crab and Lobster. ''What can I get you.'' He was fifty-three and as round as he was tall. He'd been a boxer in his youth, a good one. He'd built up a fearsome reputation, and that had lasted all these years. To date, no younger man had dared challenge his authority.

''Vodka and ice.'' It hadn't been a good day. He'd lost three hundred thousand at cards and what was worse, he'd lost to Graham Sander, a small-time crook from Newark.

''Here we are,'' Mel said as she put the glass and bottle on the table. ''Shall I get them something,'' she asked him, referring to the two large men at the door.

''Coffee,'' he grunted. Mel never felt at ease when he was in the restaurant. He was unpredictable and explosive. Once he'd pulled her hair when she'd spilled some water on him. She'd apologized a thousand times, but it didn't matter, he'd made her suffer.

''So what's happening Mel?'' he asked after he'd thrown back two shots.

''Steady away really Mr. Sokolov. As always.''

''Tell me, who was that black woman that was here the other evening?''

How the hell does he know about her she thought? Then she realized, he had eyes and ears everywhere. ''I don't know Mr. Sokolov,'' she said trying to cover Andrey's back.

''What do you mean, you don't know? Are you blind, deaf or dumb or all three?''

Mel knew she had to tell him now. He knew she'd been at work then, and he probably knew that Andrey had taken Nicki upstairs. ''It was a journalist, I don't know anymore.''

He stood up and walked over to the bar. ''Come here,'' he said gently. Mel walked up to him on the other side. ''Lean over, I want to tell you something in confidence.''

Mel leaned over to him and waited for him to whisper. He didn't. He grabbed her by the collar and pulled her over the bar. Her blouse tore, revealing her overflowing bra. 'Nice,'' he muttered.

''Now you tell me who she was, and what she was doing here. Otherwise, I might just have to see a bit more of what you've got to offer.''

''Please, Mr. Sokolov, I'll tell you all I know.'' He laughed when he noticed her shaking. ''She came to the restaurant about four o'clock, I heard her saying to Andrey that she was a freelance journalist.'' She hated doing this to Andrey; she liked him, but what choice did she have? ''They seemed to get on well. They had a couple of drinks and something to eat.'' She didn't want to tell him that they'd gone upstairs, and the whole restaurant had heard them having sex.

''And, what else?''

''That's it, Mr. Sokolov. I don't know anymore.'' She cried out when he slapped her across the face.

''What else? I won't ask again.''

''They went upstairs together.'' Mel burst into tears.

''Jesus Christ. What next? I thought I could trust him.'' He tightened his grip on Mel's blouse. ''Screwing a journalist is going too far, but screwing a black journalist in my restaurant is disrespectful and deceitful. Tell him I want a word with him as soon as he comes back.'' Mel nodded and attempted to cover herself up.



*****



''Jesus, what the .....'' Lela exclaimed just as she was about to take the boiling kettle from the stove. She ran upstairs and banged on the bathroom door. ''Nicki, what's the matter. Are you okay?''

Nicki didn't reply; she was sitting on the edge of the bath with her head in her hands. If only she hadn't stopped taking the pill during her stay in Moscow, Nathan hadn't been with her, and she'd had no intention of sleeping with anyone casually so she'd just stopped. Andrey had worn a condom, yes he had, she remembered distinctly.