Episode 3

I couldn't remember anything after having that drink.

But, considering I'm in a stranger's house, completely naked, with bite marks and hickeys all over my body, something tells me we certainly didn't talk about life.

And, above all, this damn ring.

I wanted to forget Paul, but I only got myself into a bigger problem.

How could I have been so reckless?

That man crossed his arms, watching me carefully, as if he were silently studying me.

"Do you remember?" He questioned, every time this man opens his mouth and that raspy voice comes out, it causes a tremor throughout my body, I don't know if it's out of fear or some other reason.

I nodded quickly.

"A little..." Was all I said and he hummed.

"A little is more than enough." He replied with his eyes fixed on me.

"I need my clothes..." I murmured without daring to look him in the eyes, while hiding my nakedness. "You don't need to hide from me, Milashka." His tone, although firm, had a slight hint of softness.

I frowned.

"My name is Lauren, stop calling me 'Milashka'." I blurted out in a whiny tone, he approached the bed, sitting next to me. "I know exactly what my wife's name is. 'Milashka' is an affectionate nickname that is used in Russia, now you are my wife and damn me if I address you in a non-affectionate way." He verbalized it with such seriousness that it scared me.

Does this man practice everything he's going to say?

I frowned at his words.

I was annoyed and it showed.

"Stop pouting, Milashka, unless you want me to take you here and now." My eyes quickly landed on his and I knew instantly that he wasn't kidding.

I awkwardly played with my hands and then spoke.

"I said I need my clothes." I insisted again, the plea in my voice was so clear that even he noticed.

He sighed and stood up, walking towards a closet that was in the next room. Although he didn't ask me to, I followed him, covered my body with the sheet and walked behind him.

He opened both doors, revealing a huge closet full of expensive clothes, designer bags and shoes of all kinds, without a doubt, it was heaven for a woman.

I was mesmerized by that place, had I died and was now in fashion paradise?

"You're drooling, Milashka." His voice brought me back to reality and, indeed, I was drooling.

"I-I'm sorry..." I wiped the corners of my mouth. "Seeing this is... Wow..." I exclaimed, admiring the place. "This room alone is bigger than my entire apartment." I snorted and my eyes sought his. "Is all this for your wife, sir?" I inquired, since any woman who is with this guy and has the opportunity to own all this, would definitely be God's favorite.

He remained silent, observing me, then nodded.

"Yes, all this is my wife's." He took a few steps towards me, shortening the distance between us, took a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. "All this is yours, Milashka."

I looked at him in disbelief and, reflexively, stepped back.

"Listen, I understand that we had sex but, I'm not your wife." I tried to take the ring off my ring finger but he quickly grabbed my wrist, looking at me very annoyed. "Never..." His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. "Listen to me carefully, Lauren Rossi, never take off this ring. You are my wife, whether you like it or not, Milashka." He declared and that made me angry.

"Don't you understand?! Last night I was drunk, I wanted to get revenge on my cheating boyfriend and nothing more! Why the hell would I want to marry a stranger?!" I shouted with irritation, but every word I said was true.

His jaw clenched, as did his grip on me, causing me pain.

"That's not what you said last night, Milashka." He brought his face closer to mine, his mouth hovering over mine. "Last night, you begged me to make you mine, you wanted me to claim every part of you. And so I did..." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine, while our breaths mingled into one.

The sexual tension emanating from this man caused my knees to tremble, and made me want to simply shorten the distance, claiming my mouth as his. But, even so, I tried to stand firm.

"T-That... I was drunk..." I murmured, with my eyes fixed on his mouth and I could see a smile threatening to form on his face. "Being drunk didn't stop you from proposing to me, Milashka." He revealed, while capturing my lower lip with his teeth, beginning to nibble on them, forcing me to release a gasp against his mouth.

He released my lower lip, but didn't step back.

"Yes, there they are, those are the delicious sounds you made all night, Milashka. Sounds you made thanks to me."

I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure, although I knew it was impossible. The wetness between my legs was proof that this was a losing battle.

It certainly didn't help being wrapped in a damn sheet with nothing underneath.

My eyes scanned his naked torso, only to see his erect member under that towel, which left little to the imagination.

Just looking at that made my mouth water at such an image.

I wanted to simply kneel before him, take his thing to my mouth and... But, no, I had to stand firm.

"I-I could never have proposed to you." I spoke with my voice broken by desire, he simply smiled. "Oh, but you did..." His thumb caressed my cheek. "And I said yes." He affirmed. "That's why you wear that ring, Milashka, that's why you're here today, with me."

I bit my lower lip, trying to make him understand.

"We can't be married overnight, that's not how it works!" I insisted. "Yes, you can when you have many connections, like me." He verbalized with certainty.

"I don't even know your name." I declared with frustration. "I'm Alexei Kutnezcov, your husband." He assured with seriousness. "I don't know you." I insisted. "You can get to know me while we're married." He commented without giving it importance.

"W-Well..." I thought for a moment. "You're old!" I pointed out with obviousness that he was older than me.

He simply shrugged, while crossing his arms.

"Just thirty-eight years old, Milashka." He confirmed, not caring that he was literally eighteen years older than me.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy?! I'm twenty-two years old!" I exclaimed astonished and he simply smiled. "I'm a lucky guy, don't you think, bunny?"

My God, talking to this man is like talking to a wall.

"I just ended a relationship." I reminded him, but he simply rolled his eyes. "I don't care who you dated, Milashka, all I care about is that you are mine now." He assured with seriousness.

I sighed with frustration at how stubborn he was.

"You don't know me at all!" It was then that I saw it, the glint in those black eyes. "That's where you're wrong, Milashka..." He came closer to me again. "I know EVERYTHING about you."

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