Maxim Vasiliev ~•~I pulled the trigger. As I pulled the trigger, chaos erupted. I didn’t believe I had the guts to pull the trigger but his actions forced me. “Fuck you, Maxim!” He screamed as the bullet flew towards him, he ducked out of the way of the bullet and it flew past him, narrowly missing his left shoulder. “You can’t even aim right.” He chuckled. “That was just a warning bullet, I wouldn’t miss the next one.” It was just a threat though, I didn’t want to be the one to kill my own brother even if I had always wanted him dead. “Stop whatever bullshit you’re doing and leave with your men,” I said as I gave my men signals to be ready to attack. The air was thick with tension and it felt like the whole world stopped. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and had no idea what Landon was planning to do. I tried thinking about the best way to make him turn around but Landon had always been a stubborn and insolent man. I knew I had to act fast and calm him down before th
Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim had told me he was only going to be gone for three hours as the journey to and fro didn’t take more than two hours, but it had been more than five hours and he still wasn’t back.I tried to call him several times, but he wasn’t answering. It made me worried. I even tried calling Andrei but it wasn’t going.I couldn’t do much but worry, so I tried not to think too much about it and went downstairs for the first time today. Maxim had brought my food upstairs and we had eaten together before he left for his supposed mission.I had spent my time transferring my clothes and products into Maxim’s room without any help. Mikhail was also not around so I went straight to the kitchen, knowing Marina was going to be in there as always. However, when I reached it, I was surprised to see that she was not alone. She had company.“Hi, little Bri.”My first instinct was to glare at her and ask her what the hell she was doing here since Maxim had nothing to do with her anymo
Maxim Vasiliev~•~“Are my eyes deceiving me or are you actually here to visit your father?” My father dramatized when he opened the door to see me standing behind it.He stepped aside, giving me space to walk in. I looked around his penthouse. It was huge and fancy. I wondered how he got along with his two wives with just one bedroom. Knowing my father, he probably made them have threesomes even if they didn’t like each other.It was cringey to know that kind of information but my father has always been one to overshadow, especially when it came to his sex life.Luckily, the two women weren’t around.“Hi, Father.” I greeted.“It feels surreal to see you here.”This was the second time I was visiting. The first had been when he just bought the place and wanted to have a housewarming party. I told him he was too old for it but he didn’t care and went ahead to have it anyway.“You’ve invited me quite a number of times.” I reminded him as he led me into his office. I sat opposite him, st
Brielle Clarke~•~Since the day Maxim mistakenly told me that he loved me, he hadn’t repeated it and acted like he never said it. It was quite frustrating. I wanted to know if he meant it or if he only said it in the heat of the moment.It disturbed me but I didn’t know how to bring up the topic without sounding weird. I didn’t want him to think I was obsessed with him or something. We had only started dating. I didn’t want to pursue him by being too demanding and clingy.“You know you should have packed the day before, right?”I rolled my eyes as I folded the last shirt I wanted to take with me. “I know. You have told me this a million times.”“Make it a million and one then.”“Shut up, Mikhail.” I turned around and sat on my suitcase, gesturing for him to zip it. He sighed as he bent down to my level to zip it. “I don’t see any reason for all these clothes. Maxim would prefer if you were naked anyway.” It was not a wonder Mikhail knew about Maxim’s sexual preferences. They were ve
“We’re going to Paris.” Maxim stared at me with a straight face. “We’re going to fucking Paris???” I screamed in excitement. Paris had always been my dream country ever since I was a child. I had only seen it in the movies and always wished to visit it one day, but I knew it was wishful thinking because my parents never let me go anywhere. I wasn’t expecting him to take me there. “You mean we’re going to the city of love? Like I’m going to see the Eiffel Tower in real life?” I questioned. It was kind of surreal,“You’re my girl, this shouldn’t come as a shock to you. You deserve it.” He smiled at me. I was still filled with excitement and acting like a five-year-old that just opened her Christmas presents. Maxim had been acting sweet to me since the day we went exclusive but this was over the top. He was not the Maxim I was used to and frankly, I didn’t know which one I liked best.The controlling and possessive Maxim or the nice and caring one. A mix of both would be perfect.The jet
Maxim Vasiliev~•~We took a shower together but Brielle got out before me, wanting to start dressing up first because she took longer to get ready.Our flight had lasted for eight hours so I was not surprised when I got out of the bathroom to see Brielle sleeping soundly on the bed. She was still in her towel that showed her little curves and her hair was all over the place, her soft snores the only sound that could be heard in the room.I chuckled as I opened my suitcase. Dropping my towel, I applied lotion to my body and put on a pair of sweatpants. We didn’t have any serious plans today anyway. I was just going to take her for a walk around Paris since it was such a beautiful sight to see. And seeing her get excited over it was even more beautiful.Closing my suitcase, I opened hers and started to unpack for her. She brought a lot of clothes that covered too much for my liking and I was tempted to get rid of them and get new stuff for her but I didn’t. I wanted her to wear what sh
Brielle Clarke~•~I liked being in Paris with Maxim. He was more free and didn’t have anything to worry about, unlike when we were back in New York and he was always devising a plan to get rid of someone.It was nice. We felt like a normal couple. I was dressed in a long body-hugging black dress that had a high slit, ending mid-thigh. It had spaghetti straps and a deep curved neckline. It was also backless, which was surprising because Maxim was all about covering up when it came to my body.However, I didn’t question it.He was also dressed in black; a black button-up and black pants. He had a black belt around the pants and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked good and if it wasn’t for the fact that I was eager to see Paris, I would have suggested staying in bed.I had been deprived of an orgasm early this morning. It wasn’t my fault I was hornier than usual.“You ready?”I nodded and Maxim took my hand in his as he led me out of the suite. We took the elevator downs
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I heard Brielle’s low gasp and I bit my lip to refrain from laughing. We were staring at the painting of a woman who was hanging from the ceiling, naked. Her breasts shot out and the painting was only of her upper body.Brielle turned to look at me, mouth agape. “You keep opening your mouth for me like you want me to fill it with something.”She snapped it shut, blushing. She looked away from me, taking a peek at the other paintings around us. The one by our left was of a woman who was tied up, lying on her stomach, her pale skin decorated with red strokes. One could tell she had been flogged. The one by our right was of a naked man going down on a naked woman.Brielle looked back at me. “Max!”I arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing on my lips. “What? Do you hate it here?”She hesitated, looking down at her heeled feet. Taking her silence as a no, I placed my hand on her waist and led her to the next painting. The one with the red ass. “This is you when you de