Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I let out a long breath.
Tisha raised on finger in the air. “Also, the food is much better. High-quality. And let us not forget about the alcohol. You always kept your best bottles for yourself. However, this is the second time at your home this week that I have enjoyed some of the finest drinks in Moscow.”
I frowned at him. “I did not always keep the best bottles for myself.”
“Did you know that there are elegant signs in the parking area outside and even on the inside, helping us navigate the party space?”
“Are there?”
“Signs to the bar, restroom, to the party. This tells me a very sophisticated woman was in charge.”
I beamed with pride. “My mouse.”
“Of course. I knew it was not you.” Tisha turned to David and frowned. “Aww, and here we have King David. Who apparently is the king of. . .something, although I do not know what of.”
The women laughed.
David ignored Tisha and stared in another direction.
I followed my number one’s gaze and grunted.
Oh mysh.
Emily walked in with Blue. Both wore black dresses, but my mouse. . .
I am going to fuck you hard tonight, mysh.
The dress clung to the contours of her body, but it wasn’t revealing. It showed the perfect amount of skin, yet taunted me too.
Her hair was carefully pulled back in a perfect bun.
I yearned to unravel it.
Sparkling diamonds dangled from her ears.
She was the most gorgeous woman in the room, and so regal like a queen. So perfect. She could have been the president’s wife. There wasn’t a man in this space who didn’t take notice of her as she strolled in.
I had never been more proud that she was mine.
“Whoa.” Tisha got to my side and snapped his fingers, grabbing his lovers’ attention. “Ladies, give me some space. I need time to myself—a moment for deep reflection.”
Not looking too happy, the three women rushed away.
“Cousin.” Tisha leaned my way. “Introduce me to the one with the blue hair? The one walking with your mouse.”
David snapped his view to Tisha. “Not necessary. You will not be speaking to her.”
Correct. We do not need to turn this damned love triangle into a love square.
Tisha scowled at my number one. “Excuse me?”
“You do not talk to her.” David glared. “You see her, you walk the other way. Do we have an understanding?”
“Walk the other way?” Tisha smirked. “But then how would I bounce her on my cock?”
Pissed, David tried to walk around me and head for him.
I got between them and looked at Tisha. “As I explained before, my mouse’s people are off limits.”
Tisha held his hands out. “This is unfair. Your mouse has too many sexy women around her. How is one to focus?”
“You will figure out a way.”
“Damn it. I hoped she was a friend, sister, or at least a cousin.” Tisha pointed their way. “You mean to tell me that the pretty blue-haired one shoots guns too?”
“She does, and very well.”
David added, “And she is taken.”
Tisha quirked his brows. “By you?”
Something like that.
David glared at him.
“So many limits nowadays. That is very unfortunate.” Tisha smirked. “However. . .is she coming with us to New Orleans?”
David glared. “She is not.”
“Very smart, king.” Tisha smirked. “You will be smart to keep her far away from me.”
I gazed back and lost sight of Emily within the crowd of people.
Mysh, where are you?
“Aww!” Baba appeared on our left, heading straight for us. “My little pumpkin is partying with the big men?!”
Paolo glanced in Baba’s direction and quickly held out his arms as if ready to leave me.
I guess our time is done.
Once Baba got to us, she took him. “Such a big boy. Did you have a cigar?”
Paolo widened his eyes. “No, Baba.”
“Oh good. What about a little vodka?”
A wicked grin spread on Paolo’s face and then he bobbed his head.
What? I did not give him vodka.
I frowned.
“Oh my.” Baba chuckled. “The Lion gave you vodka?”
For the first time that evening, Paolo mischievously giggled.
Baba laughed. “Then, you are no longer a little pumpkin. You are a big pumpkin.”
Paolo nodded. “Yes, Baba.”
“Oh well. My baby is now a man. We must fill that stomach, big pumpkin. Vodka with no food is a very bad thing.”
“Baba.” Paolo pointed to the framed pictures of his parents. “Mommy. Daddy.”
“What?” Baba made a big show of gazing at the images. “I thought that was the King and Queen of Russia. That is your mommy and daddy?”
Paolo bobbed his head.
“You are a very lucky pumpkin.” Carrying Paolo away, Baba headed off without saying a word to Tisha, David, or me.
It appeared that anytime Emilio or Paolo was around, everyone else would be invisible to Baba.
What is it about women and babies that makes them crazy?
I scanned the space, only seeing chatting guests feasting on hors d’oeuvres and perusing the pictures.
Where is my mouse?