That revelation left me in shock, and the excitement I felt just seconds ago was replaced by a feeling of fear.
What did he mean by knowing everything about me?
I'm sure we didn't know each other.
I wanted to ask, to delve into that calculating mind, but I preferred to remain silent. This terrain is unknown, therefore, it is dangerous.
"I have to go home." I blurted out suddenly.
"This is your home now, Milashka."
"No, I'm talking about my apartment." I insisted, clenching my fists in frustration. "Besides, I have to go to university." I commented with obviousness.
He approached me, caressing my face with his fingers.
"Do you really need to go to classes?" His eyes met mine. "We just got married, Milashka, I want us to go on a honeymoon..." He spoke in a surprisingly soft tone, with a hint of vulnerability.
I was surprised to see a rude man like him practically begging for a simple trip.
It made me feel bad, but I couldn't give in.
"I said I want to go to university." I insisted, and he sighed defeatedly. "Okay..." It was all he said, before leaving the room.
Being alone, I could better observe that fashion paradise.
He said this was mine, right?
Then it's okay if I use it, right?
I took a bath, then started looking for something I could wear.
I decided then to put on a beautiful lilac dress that was hanging on one of the racks. Matching heels and I let my hair down.
I put on makeup and, I don't know if it's because it's designer clothes, but I dare say I had never seen myself more beautiful.
I took my phone and turned it on, quickly a heavy rain of messages and missed calls from Paul came in.
All the messages said the same thing:
"I don't know what happened to me, I swear I didn't mean to do it."
"Baby, I love you, please talk to me."
"I can explain it to you, I love you."
And more messages apologizing.
Kate, on the other hand, had not sent any text messages.
What's more, she had blocked me from her social networks.
What I needed, the treacherous bitch is her and still has the nerve to eliminate me first. Her nerve is incredible.
I left the room cautiously, walking down the hall until I came to a living room.
This place is huge and has very expensive things.
I approached the window, noticing that it is a building.
Who the hell is this man?
I could hear the elevator door opening right behind me, realizing where I really was.
"A penthouse, I'm in a fucking penthouse." I muttered to myself.
That man entered the place, already dressed in a completely black suit.
He looked too good, of course I would never tell him.
I bit my lower lip slightly, moving awkwardly on my feet.
I could feel his penetrating gaze observing me from head to toe.
He's not going to yell at me for wearing this, is he?
He approached me and caressed my cheek with his thumb. His delicious masculine scent flooded my nostrils and my eyes closed with pleasure.
"You're beautiful, Milashka." He growled softly.
That simple compliment made me shudder, a shaky sigh escaped from my mouth and I unconsciously leaned into his touch, seeking more.
Certainly, seeing him so fucking sexy, all I wanted was for him to choke me while making love to me like a fucking bitch.
But, what was I thinking? It was wrong, he's a stranger!
I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind, trying to focus on what was important.
"Thank you..." I muttered, looking away from him. "I have to go now or I'll be late." I reminded him and he nodded. "I'll take you." He took my waist without giving me the option to choose or refute.
We got into the elevator and the descent began, being trapped with an unknown man; who calls himself my husband is something I would never have imagined before.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye, even with my heels, I could barely reach his chest.
He exercised, that was very clear since he had muscles.
His tattoos make an incredible contrast against his white complexion. And even his scars are sexy.
I didn't realize I was biting my lower lip and, unconsciously, my legs crossed trying to put pressure on my wet center.
I don't know why, but every time I see this man, my pussy gets wet in a matter of seconds.
I cleared my throat, trying to recompose myself.
"Can you repeat your name?" I began, looking for a topic of conversation, he watched me for a moment before answering. "Alexei Kutnezcov." He informed.
"You're Russian." I said with obviousness. "What are you doing in England?" I inquired with curiosity, he smiled slightly and took my chin between his fingers, bringing my mouth closer to his. "I came to look for my woman." His tongue came out of his mouth, licking my lower lip, tasting my lip gloss. "I came to look for you, Milashka."
A shaky sigh escaped from my mouth and I unconsciously opened it, silently begging for his tongue to come in to meet mine. But, as if he was making fun of me, Alexei backed away, leaving me longing and frustrated.
The elevator opened in the parking lot, we both started walking towards his car.
I was stunned to see the type of car he was driving, it was none other than a limited edition Lamborghini.
He opened the passenger door for me, while I was stupefied.
I got into the car, unable to believe that my ass was sitting in such a car.
When he got into the driver's seat, my eyes quickly landed on him.
"Tell me right now, Alexei, who the hell are you?"
He started the car, without worrying about my words and then replied.
"I already told you, I am Alexei Kutnezcov." He commented vaguely. "Your husband." He reminded me. "And you..." His hand rested on my thigh, beginning to trace soft circles on my skin. "You are my woman, now you are Lauren Kutnezcova." He affirmed, as he began to drive in the direction of my university.
"I already told you that our marriage was a mistake, I'm not your wife and you know it."
He didn't even bother to look at me.
"All I know is that we got married last night and it was also last night when we consummated our marriage." He communicated seriously. "No matter what you say or how much you deny it, you are legally married to me, Milashka."
Faced with that revelation, I remained silent, not knowing what to say.
The trip was moderately long and in complete silence on both sides.
Upon arriving at the university, before I could get out, he took my hand.
"Milashka." He called me, making me stop, my eyes met his and then he continued. "For nothing in the world take off this ring." He ordered, and I knew I couldn't refute, so I nodded. "And if your stupid ex-boyfriend or his lover approach you, call me. Understood?"
"I don't have your number..." I murmured.
He searched in the back seat and handed me a new cell phone, latest edition and still in its box.
"I already saved my number there, you can throw your other phone away." He commented casually. "I have spoken with your professors and they will no longer call you "Miss Rossi" Now they will address you in the correct way, calling you "Mrs. Kutnezcova" He clarified seriously.
I watched him in shock.
"You can't do that, I don't want to give up my last name!" I blurted out angrily. "You can't decide everything for me, Alexei!"
He watched me indifferently.
"Yes I can, because I'm in charge here, you better get used to it, bunny."
That made me so angry that I threw the cell phone at his face and got out of the car furious.
...Ufff Alexei Kutnezcov😩❤️...
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