Abeni was laying on her bed when there was a knock at her door. She wondered who it could be, and as she sat up and asked who was there, she found herself face-to-face with one of Dmitry's men. He handed her a phone and said Dmitry had asked him to give it to her.
Abeni took the phone, feeling a mix of excitement and unease. She turned it on and saw tons of missed calls from her best friends Naledi, Camillie, and Elena, her mother, and work colleague Jessica.
Abeni knew Dmitry wouldn't give her the phone without tracking what she said, so she had to be careful. She decided to call her mother first.
"Abeni!" her mother exclaimed emotionally when she heard Abeni's voice. "It's so good to hear you!"
"Mam, I-" Abeni started.
"No need to explain, Mr. Kuznetsov already told me everything!" her mother interjected.
"What did he say?" Abeni asked skept
As they stepped out of the car, the autumn air was crisp and invigorating. Abeni inhaled deeply, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her. "Okay," she said, taking a deep breath, "let's do this!" They walked up to the door of the boutique, and Natalia pushed it open, revealing a world of luxury and opulence. The floor was covered in plush carpeting, and soft, mellow music played in the background. A row of sales associates stood at the ready, their smiles warm and welcoming."Let's find you an outfit for Dmitry first," Natalia said with a sly smile, leading Abeni through the store. They browsed through racks of designer clothes, each piece more exquisite than the last. Abeni felt a bit overwhelmed at the choices, but Natalia was quick to offer suggestions and help her pick out the perfect outfits. They eventually settled on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of sexy black heels that made her feel taller and more confident.As they continued their sho
When Dmitry finally entered the room, he closed the door behind him and walked over to her. “I hope you don't mind," he said, his voice low and husky, "but I thought we could see the outfits you bought in private. There's a door over there that leads to a bathroom where you can change. It's a bit more... secluded." His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before moving down to her body, making her heart race even faster.Abeni hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She glanced at the door he indicated, then back at Dmitry. He looked so confident and in control, and the idea of being alone with him in such close quarters made her heart pound even harder. But then she remembered the excitement she had felt earlier, the thrill of shopping and the freedom she had felt with his money.Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "Let's see the outfits." Dmitry smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitem
Abeni felt a hand trail down her face, coming to rest on her jaw. “You’re awake,” Dmitry murmured. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was still thick with sleep, but there was an undeniable heat to it that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes, taking in his dark hair tousled from sleep, his green eyes half-lidded and smoldering. “Good morning,” she breathed, her heart racing. “You slept well?”He nodded, the movement pulling her closer to him. “I did,” he admitted, his fingers moving to cradle her cheek. “And I want to thank you for taking care of me yesterday when I came back home drunk” His thumb traced circles on her skin, making her heart race. “You were so gentle and understanding with me.” She could feel the heat coming off his body, his breath fanning across her face.She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. “It’s okay, Dmitry.”
Abeni changed out of the nightgown into a less revealing and thicker nightgown when one of Dmitry's men came to inform her that dinner was ready. When she got to the dining room, Olga, Natalia, and Dmitry were already seated.As Dmitry's gaze fell upon Abeni, she became embarrassed, remembering their last heated interaction. She put her head down and went to take the seat next to him.As she sat down, staff rushed in and placed the food on the table."So Abeni" started Natalia, teasingly. "I heard you were spending some quality time with Dmitry earlier. Did he show you a good time in your room?"Abeni felt her cheeks flush as she looked at Dmitry. "It's not like that..." she muttered, trying to play it cool.Dmitry's gaze lingered on her face, and she could feel the heat of it burning through her skin. "I'm sure we can find something else for you to do with me," he said, his voice low and husky.Olga laughed, enjoying the banter between them
Abeni was asleep in her room, when there was a knock on her door. She opened her eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. The events of last night were still fresh in her mind, but she tried to push them aside. She told whoever was outside to come in, expecting one of Dmitry's men, but it was one of the staff members who entered her room. "Good morning, Miss Abeni. Breakfast is served. I've prepared it in your dining room." The staff member bowed slightly and gestured for her to follow. As they walked down the hall, Abeni couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be moving around with extra care, almost as if they were trying not to wake someone up. That's when she realized that Dmitry was still asleep. When they reached the dining room, Abeni was surprised to find that there was no one else there. The staff member placed her plate on the empty seat. "Mr. Kuznetsov's sleeping, so he won't be able to join you for breakfast." She said softly. Abeni
The next day, Abeni was in her room. She got dressed, putting on a short summer dress, her favorite sandals, and some light jewelry. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit nervous about asking Dmitry for permission. She took a deep breath and walked out of her room, making her way to the living room where she knew she would find him. As she approached, she could feel her heart racing and her palms sweating. She cleared her throat before speaking, "Dmitry, I was wondering if I could go shopping with my friends today. We're going to go bridemaid and wedding dress shopping for Camillie's wedding on Sunday." She said, her voice soft and slightly nervous. Dmitry looked up from his newspaper, his piercing eyes meeting hers. He took in her appearance, the short summer dress hugging her curves, the sandals peeking out from beneath it, and the delicate jewelry adorning her neck and wrists. He set the newspaper down on the coffee table a
Camillie chose her wedding dress and the bridesmaids dress. After they paid for the dresses, they decided to go to a nearby restaurant to celebrate. As they were waiting for their food, Abeni's phone buzzed with a message from Dmitry. She glanced at it quickly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Her friends noticed her smile and began to question her about it. "Hey, what's got you so smiley over there?" Elena asked, nudging Abeni playfully. "Come on, spill the beans!" Abeni tried to play it cool, but she could tell that her friends were not going to let it go. "Well...," she started, hesitating. "It's nothing really. Just... I got a nice message from Dmirty." The girls exchanged knowing looks. "What?" Abeni demanded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Isn't he your boss? Aren't you his assistant?" asked Camillie, trying to tease her. "Nothing going on there, is there?" Naledi rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you two. Spill it." She reached
Abeni woke up cuddling Dmitry. She let out a soft sigh, remembering their passionate night together. Her body ached for him, but she knew it was time to get up. She gently disentangled herself from his strong arms and stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. She smiled as she looked at Dmitry’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His features were chiseled to perfection, his black hair tousled from their lovemaking. He was an enigma, a man who commanded respect and fear, yet he could be so tender and loving to her. “Good morning love” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep as he opened his eyes and gazed up at her. “I trust you slept well?” Abeni couldn’t help but feel a shiver of delight run down her spine at the sound of his deep, accented voice. “I did, thank you.” She smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “I have something to ask you, if you don’t mind.” Dmitry lifted himself up onto his elbow, wat
Abeni was in her kitchen, when her water broke. She knew it was time."Dmitry!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fear and excitement. "Dmitry, I'm having the baby!"Then a bunch of Dmitry's men rushed into the kitchen."Go and get Dmitry! Now!" Abeni ordered, as they all hurried off. She knew Dmitry would want to be there for the birth of their child. As she waited for Dmitry, her contractions growing stronger with each passing moment. The pain was intense, but she felt a sense of power and determination coursing through her. She was going to give birth to their child, and she was going to do it with Dmitry by her side. Then Dmitry ran into the kitchen, his face a mask of concern and love. He quickly took Abeni into his arms, his strong hands tenderly caressing her swollen belly. "Lets go to the hospital now," Dmitry said urgently, his gaze locked on Abeni's face. He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a precious treasure. A
The next morning, Abeni awoke to the warmth of the sun streaming through the window and the sound of birds chirping outside. Beside her, Dmitry lay sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She smiled, running her fingers through his dark hair, feeling a renewed sense of contentment and love. After gently rousing him from his slumber, they spent the morning preparing for their small, intimate baby shower. They had decided to keep it simple, with just their closest friends and family members in attendance. As they decorated the living room with balloons and streamers, they couldn't help but reminisce about their own childhoods and what they hoped for their baby's future. "I have a gift for you," Abeni said, handing Dmitry a small box wrapped in silver paper. He looked at her with curiosity, wondering what she could have gotten him. As he carefully unwrapped the present, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a beautiful silver necklace with
A week had passed and Abeni was enjoying her newlywed life as Mrs. Abeni Kuznetsov. Dmitry was the most attentive and caring man she had ever known, but there was also an underlying edge to him, a dominance that made her heart race and her body ache for him.One evening, as they were sharing dinner there was a knock on the front door. The staff quickly went to open the door and in rushed Elena, Naledi, Camillie, Abeni's mother and sister and Dmitry's mother and sister. "Hello guys!" said Abeni, her voice full of surprise and joy. "I wasn't expecting you all here so soon!" But they all looked at Abeni and Dmitry, like they had seen a ghost."Is anything the matter?" asked Dmitry, sensing the tension in the air. "Your pregnant!" shouted Abeni's mother and sister in unison.Everyone stood there looking at Dmitry and Abeni expecting an answer."Surprise" said Abeni awkwardly. Dmitry on the other hand looked pleased and proud.
Over the next few days, Dmitry called everyone to explain that the wedding would be moved to a closer date. He used the excuse of wanting to be united with his new Abeni quicker. The news spread like wildfire throughout the criminal underworld, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation. Even those who didn't particularly care for Abeni found themselves interested in the union between her and Dmitry. As the wedding date drew near, Dmitry became more possessive and protective of Abeni now that he found out she was carrying his child. He showered her with gifts and made sure that she was constantly surrounded by his bodyguards, even when they were at home. Abeni, despite her initial reluctance, found herself enjoying the attention that Dmitry was giving to her. The night before the wedding, Dmitry couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and pride. He had never been more certain of anything in his life than he was of his love for Abeni and the future they would s
Abeni left the bathroom, she needed a way to leave the house before Dmitry arrived, she didn't want to tell him just in case it really wasn't pregnancy. She made her way downstairs, and just as she was about to leave the house, there stood Dmitry. "Abeni?" Dmitry's voice was deep and commanding, causing her to stop in her tracks. She turned slowly, her heart racing as she met his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to consume her, making it impossible to look away. "Are you going somewhere? I thought we were going to have dinner together." He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "I need to go to buy tampons..." she lied, knowing it was a terrible excuse. "You could have asked one of my men to go buy it for you, you know." He explained. "But I wanted to go myself." She looked down, feeling guilty for lying to him. "It's just that I'm having a little... crisis of confidence right now, and I thought some fresh air would help." Her voice tra
A few days had passed and Abeni had called everyone in her life to announce her engagement. Abeni was in the bedroom reading a wedding magazine, when she felt sick to her stomach.She ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time, and vomited violently.After she finished, she felt weak and dizzy, like she had been drugged."It must be a stomach bug," she thought to herself, crawling back into bed.But as the days went by, she started to notice other symptoms: intense headaches, chills, and fatigue. She tried to ignore them at first, but they only got worse. Finally, she decided to go see a doctor. When she arrived at the doctor's office, she was greeted by Grace her friend and the nurse."Hey Abeni!" she said, "I heard about your engagement. Congratulations!""Yeah, thanks," Abeni replied, still feeling a little queasy.Grace led her back to an examination room where they took her vitals.After a few moments, t
The car crunched softly on the gravel driveway as Dmitry parked with practiced silence. Abeni yawned and stretched, the sun streaming through the tinted window, warming her face. "Ready to face the concequences of out actions?" Dmitry asked with a playful smirk. Abeni swatted him playfully. "Just act natural, alright? No big displays of affection." They crept out of the car, tiptoeing towards the back door. Abeni peeked through the kitchen window, her heart sinking. Both Fisayo and Olga sat at the table, an empty chessboard in the center. "Shit," Dmitry muttered under his breath. "I was hoping they'd be out for a walk or something." He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before they stepped inside. As they entered the kitchen, Fisayo looked up from her phone, her eyebrows raised in question. "Abeni? Dmitry?" Fisayo boomed, her voice laced with disbelief. "Where in the world have you two been?" Abeni sheepishly offered a
The doorbell rang and Abeni's heart skipped a beat. Today was the day her mother, Fisayo, and Dmitry's mother, Olga, were arriving for their long-awaited visit. Abeni had spent the past week transforming their spare room into a cozy guest suite, complete with a plush bed, soft linens, and thoughtful touches that would make their stay special. "Mom!" Abeni exclaimed, racing to the door and flinging it open. Her mother, Fisayo, stood there, a broad smile on her face as she took in the sight of her daughter. Abeni wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. "It's so good to see you!" Olga chuckled softly. "Fisayo, you'll make the girl faint." As they entered the mansion, the air crackled with a nervous energy. Abeni busied herself ushering them in, stealing glances at Dmitry who stood by the window, a hint of unease etched on his face. "Dmitry!" Olga called out, and Abeni's gaze met his once more. He
The Aegean Sea stretched out before them. Abeni leaned against the railing, her afro catching the warm Mediterranean breeze, as she gazed out over the water. "This place is incredible," she breathed. "It's like nothing I've ever seen before." Dmitry stood beside her, his broad shoulders blocking the sun as he surveyed the same vista with a satisfied smile. "I'm glad we could take some time to enjoy it," he said. Their business trip had brought them to Greece, a country renowned for its stunning beauty and rich history. As the CEO of Kuznetsov empire, Dmitry had been busy meeting with potential clients and overseeing operations, but he had never forgotten to make time for Abeni. Their days were spent exploring hidden coves, swimming in crystal-clear waters, and basking on black sand beaches. Evenings were filled with candlelit dinners overlooking the caldera, the fiery hues of the sunset painting the sky in a breathtaking spectacle. One starlit night, th