The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(113)

“Ver, you have it all wrong. I don’t want to give you that ‘this is not what they would want…’ speech, but, really, is this what they would want?”

“I don’t know. Can we talk about something else?”

“No. Ver, I see you, I see the life you live, and I see how empty you are inside, like a massive willow tree that is completely hollow inside. It won’t survive the storm.”

“Don’t you feel that way too?”

“I don’t, Ver. I used to be like you, but navy changed me. It changed the way I look at things. I was dead inside, but when you are in the service, your life is on the line, and there are times when you ask yourself, what if I don’t make it through this? What if I die? What will I miss? And, for me, that is you.”

“What do you say we do?”

“I don’t know…be more like a family?”

“Like what? Start having dinner parties?” I say.

“Yes. Oh, I almost forgot,” he says, “Kurt is coming tomorrow. I have invited him for dinner.”

“Is this the BUDS Kurt that you have always called your best friend?”

“Well, yes. He is my friend, a real badass, and he is a Basic Underwater Demolition Seal (BUDS). And he is going to be in town for a while.”

“Alright,” I say, “Let’s do it.”

We linger for a while discussing Kurt and dinner plans, and then Jackson heads back to bed. He has those habits, going to bed on time, waking up early, etc. I sit and ponder over what he said as I down the last can of beer. He did make sense, I mean the only reason I came home tonight was because I wanted to be in bed. I wanted to be home. Without Jackson, this place is just a house. And I know Jackson will settle down at some point, and I will be left with a house only. Is that what I really want?

Chapter 4

Kurt, Hello!

I come straight home from work the next day. I sort of miss going to the club and pour myself a drink. I find myself horny, craving a cock, as I realize I won’t be getting any tonight. Work and Sex are the only constants in my life, things that happen on daily basis. Good sex, bad sex, but sex. Always.

I prepare the tub for a long bath, and once I am done, I decide to masturbate. I really need some action tonight, right now, some really good sex, but before I can do that, I look at the time and realize I do not have much. I have to prepare the dinner.

I get out of the tub, dry myself up, then look at myself in the wall length mirror in my bathroom. I admire my own dark body, my D cup breasts, my pointy nipples, my freshly shaved *. I spray on some perfume, put on a dress, ditch the underwear, fix my hair and make-up, then make a run for the kitchen. It doesn’t take me long to prepare the meal and setup the table. Jackson brings out the red wine and the glasses. The bell rings the moment we finish setting up the table.

Jackson gets the door as I wait at the table. A moment later, Jackson and Kurt walk in. Jackson looks like a gnome standing next to Kurt. Standing at 6’4”, this 34 year old is a total hunk. He is wearing a white tee shirt, his pecs, abs, bicep muscles all clearly visible and ripping out of his shirt. He is also wearing short shorts (who wouldn’t, in this summer heat), paired with flip flops.

I have never been into white guys, but something makes me want to rip into his clothes and dig my nails into his flesh. The moment he walks in, the power shifts. His dominance is clear in his manner. We all pull back our chairs and get seated.

When he speaks, it feels as if we are seated on Queen Elizabeth II’s table. I have never seen a man so refined, yet so rough and dominant, ever, in my entire life. He eats with grace and elegance, polite and alpha at the same time. There is the polite greeting, some intro, some basic conversation, but I realize that if I need to get through this meal, I will have to be sipping wine constantly.

I catch Kurt staring at me every now and then, his steel blue gaze piercing me, clear as crystal, seeing through me, and cold as ice, chilling me to the bone and making me wet. I find myself craving him, and when we both reach for the wine at the same time, our hands touch briefly. His rough skin against my velvet soft skin, his white flesh against my ebony. We both look up at the same time, at each other, and maintain eye contact for like 10 seconds. It becomes clear he is hot for me too, but I need more than that.

Jackson excuses himself to get some more wine.

“So, Vertasha, tell me about yourself,” asks Kurt.

I am relieved to finally get some alone time with him. “Well, I work at…”

“I know where you work at,” he says, cutting me off. “Jackson has told me all about it. I want to know more about you. What do you do?”

“Why do you ask?” I say, rather flatly.

“Just want to know…”

“Why do you wanna know?” I interrupt him, flirtatiously.

“You never know,” he says, with a flirtatious smile.

I look away for a moment and he drops a fork. He gets down under the table to find it, I hear a clink and know he has found it, but he does not come back up. I sense him getting near to me, and then I hear the distant sound of a door closing, signaling Jackson is on his way back. Kurt comes back up and gets in his seat.

“What took you so long? Poor eye sight?” I joke.

“No, I was just enjoying the view.” He says, matter of factly.

I become suddenly conscious, cursing myself for not wearing an underwear. So much for being a tease.