The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(182)

I paid them little mind as I followed Viktor up the staircase with all due haste. When we reached the first landing of the sprawling staircase, I could see in Viktor’s eyes that he regretted having a house so large.

He did most of the walking for me, as I was still a bit weary from the ride, and from being kidnapped.

His bedroom was larger than my apartment. I was only able to take in the scenery for a moment as Viktor was already grabbing me from behind and throwing me on the bed.

I lost my grip on the blanket as I flew and landed naked on the pillows. Viktor was struggling with parts of his suit, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I yanked the covers of the bed over me to cover up, at least, a little. Viktor joined me, but not before he took a large swig of champagne from a nearby bottle.

I laid my head down on the pillow, and felt a sense of peace I hadn’t really felt in a long while, and then sadly fell asleep.



5.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Viktor lay beside me, wrapped in blankets and still naked. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep; he looked so happy at rest.

I felt this as a great opportunity to have a look around. The blanket I wore in the car was splayed on the ground, so I plucked it up and wrapped it around myself again.

As I looked around the simply adorned space, I got a better sense of Viktor. I saw a few of his medals sitting in a pile on a dresser nearby; I rifled through the bronze wondering what stories they had to tell.

Under the pile of medals, I could feel something else, a gun. It was old and worn, with secret service markings bearing the side of it. I couldn’t make out the words exactly. Another item that had a story that needed to be heard.

The curtains fluttered, providing me with an open door to a balcony. I gazed out upon the grounds, rolling hills of green with small bundles of bushes pushing up here and there. A game court rested behind a massive outdoor pool, and a large gazebo with enough space for twenty sat beside that.

Off in the distance, light flickered from the city. It seemed so far away. Yet, it mirrored the night sky so perfectly. The grounds were just far enough from the city to allow me to see the stars and in their vastness, I felt struck with awe.

This truly was a palace if I had ever seen one.

Viktor stepped up behind me without a word, embracing me while he gazed.

“It was difficult finding something this far outside the city,” he said.

“You made a great choice,” I replied. “Sorry I fell asleep in the heat of the moment, it’s been a long day.”

He laughed it off.

“Not to worry, your resilience astounds me.”

I sighed and leaned on the railing, my mind beginning to wander to other things.

“Tell me,” I said, “what do you think of becoming a father?”

He leaned over the railing next to me and smiled.

“I would like to be a father,” he said. “I could tell you stories about my own father, but none of them would be good.”

“Were you and your father close?”

“He was a busy man,” Viktor replied. “I barely knew him until I turned 14 years of age. Then he took a greater interest in my political career.”

“Political career?”

“Yes, he wanted someone he could exploit for favors. I’m willing to help people that are good to me, but I won’t simply turn myself into a puppet to be controlled.”

“I thought you were in the secret service,” I asked solemnly.

“I was. If you wish to move up, in this country, you serve your country as a protector. I lost interest in politics after I saw my fair share of shady deals.”

I walked back inside, stepping lightly on the cold floor. “I wouldn’t mind hearing some stories about these medals, if you would like to tell some.”

He joined me indoors and plucked a medal from the dresser.

“This medal instills the title ‘Hero of Russia.’ It might be simple, but it’s one of the grandest honors you can receive.”

I took the simple painted gold star and examined it closely. “How did you get this one?”

“I doubt you’d believe me, even if I told you.”

“Try me,” I said with a grin.

“I stopped a terrorist threat against the state and had to disarm a bomb beneath the Kremlin while being shot at by radicals. They say I saved around 5,000 lives that day. Anton received one as well. He held the enemy at bay, which gave me enough time to disarm the bomb. I will give it to our child someday.”

Then I heard something I didn’t think I would hear ever again.

“Viktor, are a congratulations in order?”

I turned, only to see Anton sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, gun in hand. He clicked the light on, illuminating several cuts and bandages covering most of the exposed skin.

“The bandages are new. I’d thank the men who gave them to me, but they won’t be hearing much ever again.”

“You killed them,” I uttered.

“How else do you escape that many armed guards?”

“Anton, I should have just had them kill you.”

I leaned over the dresser as they talked, covering it slightly with my blanket, and edged the gun out from under the medals, staying as silently as I could.

Viktor’s fists were clenched so tight that they were beginning to turn white.