Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I crossed my arms over my chest.
What do you think, Fela? Would you like to humbly end this?
The screen shifted to U.S. President Cumberland standing at the podium. With furrowed brows and pursed lips, the ruddy man appeared exhausted and not at all happy about the news.
“The U.S. declares that this is a reckless move on Russia’s part.” The screen shifted to a view of England’s House of Commons Chamber. “U.K. Prime Minister Bryant held an emergency meeting with the Members of Parliament and declared that this move is a clear violation to the United Nation’s Security Council Resolution.”
I laughed.
“Meanwhile, the Kremlin has yet to give a response. Analysts believe that if Russia launches this missile, it will be dangerous to the region and destabilizing for the entire country. Even more, this can trigger a global war.”
I gestured to Wassily. “Mute it for now.”
He did as I asked.
I looked back at Paolo.
The boy had been watching the screen too.
How much do you understand?
And then he looked my way and pointed. “Boom?”
“Yes, Paolo.” I nodded. “If they keep messing with my mouse, everything will go boom.”
The boy blinked.
“When you grow up, make sure that you find your own mouse to make things go boom over.”
We returned to putting together my signature sandwiches. I cut various meats. Paolo stacked. Soon we had several sandwiches wrapped. Wassily found bags of chips in the pantry. Knowing that my unborn son needed lots of nutrients, I threw together a salad for my mouse.
Suddenly, chuckling sounded outside of the door.
I looked up.
Emily entered with Blue. “Oh, there they go. I was about to tear this hotel up.”
I frowned. “What are you doing here? I told you I was putting together a surprise.”
“I was looking for Paolo and they told me you took off with him.”
My frown deepened. “You are ruining my surprise.”
Emily shut her eyes and turned around. “There you go. I can’t see what my awesome babies are doing.”
I looked at her clothes. She had done as I instructed and prepared for the beach. She had a thin white sundress over a yellow bikini.
Hmmm. I will rip that dress later today.
“Hey, buddy.” Blue winked at Paolo and then backed away. “Alright. I will go now.”
“Thanks for helping, Blue.” Emily waved goodbye. “And don’t forget. You are a single adult woman. You can date them both and there should be no problem with—”
“Date who?” I set the bowl of salad down.
Emily kept her back to me. “Mind your business, Kaz. I am talking to Blue—”
“Who will you be dating?” I stared at my mouse’s number one.
Blue cleared her throat. “We were just talking about—”
“Girl, it is none of his business.” Emily shook her head. “Go ahead and meet up with the guys, and be careful.”
“O-kay.” Blue walked off.
I roared, “Blue!”
She stopped and turned around with widened eyes. “Yes, sir.”
I picked a knife and pointed the tip at her. “Team David.”
She stepped back.
Emily sucked her teeth. “Girl, ignore him. Who you date has nothing to do with Kazimir.”
“You heard me, Blue.” I spoke through clenched teeth, “Team David.”
“That’s quite enough.” Emily spun around and scowled at me. “Stop it.”
Blue fled the kitchen.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Never talk to my number one like that.”
“You told me to pick a team. That is what I did—”
“You pick a team to root for. Not threaten her with who to pick—”
“Blue is Brotherhood. She is forbidden to date a Pansy. Do you understand how much shit everyone would give her?”
“No one would care.”
“Wassily.” I gestured at him. “Tell my mouse.”
Wassily grinned. “It would be a topic of jokes, if she did.”
“There we go.” I nodded. “Team David, and we kill Giorgio to solidify the matter.”
“Mind your business, Kaz. Who Blue dates has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it.”
I sneered.
Emily gazed at the counter. “Aww. Did my favorite guys make me something to eat? I’m so hungry too.”
Paolo picked up one of the wrapped sandwiches. “Mysh.”
Seriously, Paolo? We have gone over this.
I groaned in annoyance.
Chapter 42
The Beach
Emily
It was a perfect day for a beach picnic.
The warm sun shined bright within the blue sky. Seagulls floated on the salty cool breeze, lazily passing by fluffy white clouds.
The white sandy beach spread out before us. Rumbling ocean waves swayed back and forth on the shore.
Earlier, Kaz had spread a large blanket on the sand and then set up our picnic. I was so used to people doing everything for him. It was odd to watch him put plates, silverware, and bottles out. He even made Paolo, Harlem, and my plates—Siberian train wreck sandwiches, chips, Caesar salad, and slices of fruit.
Look at my man.
But that wasn’t what impressed me the most. Kaz’s swim trunks clung to his body, and it was a sight to behold—sculpted muscles and rippling skin, thick thighs and a perfect ass.