Page 18 of Always Meant To Be
She grew up with maids and cooks, and yet does everything here herself.
Fuck me, she demands to cook my dinner, which is fucking delicious every night. Dammit, I gave the chef a fucking raise.
I blink, dropping my hand with realization; my wife can fucking cook….
I shake my head and go toward the bathroom, needing a shower and a plan to get my wife fucking pregnant after she’s played me for four fucking years. Unfortunately, I can’t punish her for it without telling her I fucking know.
Fucking pain in the ass beautiful woman!
A few hours later, my door opens with a bang, making me growl, knowing it won’t be my wife.
I’ve just finished the documents for our legal business, and still need to go over the book for our club in Vegas.
I look up to see Antonio rushing in behind a crying Liliya. Makeup is smeared down her face, her hair a mess, her red dress so fucking tiny it barely covers her, while some woman with dark brown hair wearing a short yellow dress stands in the doorway, eyeing my brother.
I roll my eyes and stand, about to demand what she’s doing in my home, with a tag along no less, knowing she’s not welcome here, when she fucking throws herself at me. My hands catch her out of instinct before I push her away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand with narrow eyes.
She grips my arms, squeezing tight, making my skin burn with her contact as she cries, “Someone tried to shoot me.”
I raise a brow at Antonio, knowing he would have called the guy I have on her, which probably allowed her to run inside.
“I called Tomo, and he denied it. She’s was fucking some server in the bathroom when his wife came in to give him his lunch. The wife slapped her.” Antonio confirms, and I sneer at Liliya, who flinches before I shove her away, making her gasp as she stumbles, her friend coming to her rescue before she can fall.
Shaking my head, I round my black desk and grab my phone from near a picture of my wife on our wedding day, dialing Mikhail.
“Romeo, is Elena alright?” he answers after the fourth ring.
I snort. “Define alright? This morning, when she left, I was lucky to have my balls intact, and I’m currently in the doghouse, but this isn’t about my wife, who is finally getting her fire back. This is about your other daughter, who has come into my home, a home we both know El would not want her in, with a friend in tow, claiming to be shot at.”
“What the fuck?” he snaps as a bang echoes through the receiver.
I hum and reply, “What the fuck, indeed. It turns out she was fucking a server, and his wife caught them, slapping her.” I look at the bitch, who pales as I smirk and state, “Seems your daughter didn’t realize I have several men watching her day in and day out in the shadows, and now, if my wife figures out she’s been here, she’ll fucking slice my throat in my sleep and high tail it.”
Liliya takes a few steps back, pushing her now pale-faced friend with her, but Antonio stops them from running away, making me smirk coldly.
Mikhail growls, “Send her back my way. You and your family can have the week off Liliya watch. My wife putting those stupid agreements in the contract behind our backs is fucking out of order, and let my precious fucking daughter know she’s cut off.”
He hangs up, and I look at Antonio, who nods, hearing every word, and grabs Liliya’s arm, then her friends.
Liliya’s eyes widen, and she shouts, “Seriously, you’re not even going to give me the time of day? You were supposed to be mine,mine, not hers.” He drags her out the door, her voice echoing, “She hasn’t even had your heir Romeo….”
“Yeah, and with the number of terminations you’ve fucking had, you probably wouldn’t be able to carry, either, and didn’t you hear, sweetheart, you’re fucking cut off,” Antonio sneers down the hallway, making me snort as she screams louder in denial.
Sighing, I sit on my chair, running my hands down my face, fed up with this shit. It’s been four fucking years.
“Why can’t I just kill the bitch myself?” I mumble as Antonio walks in a few minutes later.
“She’s on her way home, though her friend may be found on the news later. She tried to kiss me, and I know for a fact my wife will find out.”
I snort, then nod. “Have the lawyer look at my marriage contract. I can’t wait for El to fall pregnant to get this contract off my back. The bitch is playing us all.”
He agrees, “That she is. She wants you and every other fucking man, just because she can.”
I hum, looking at the other picture of my wife on my desk. She’s sitting in front of the fireplace with a small smile, her hair up in a messy knot, and she's wearing nothing but my shirt, reading a book.
It’s my favorite picture.