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
Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim teased me all night. After everyone had gone through the paintings, we sat down for dinner. There, Maxim had me subtly hand my panties over to him and started teasing me with his leg instead.He was a grown-ass man playing footsie under the table!Had there not been other guests, I probably would’ve begged him to take me on the table but that was not the point.I didn’t know why he continued to edge me but it started to get annoying at some point, which was why I kept to myself on the way home.Maxim chuckled, poking me like a little kid. “Are you really mad at me?”To further prove my point, I ignored his question and brought my phone out of my clutch to play a game. He laughed, turning it into a cough when I glared at him.“Come on, baby. You can’t tell me you didn’t like that.”“Liked being teased?” I exclaimed. “Does anyone?”Instead of answering, he took hold of my legs, placing it on his thighs. “So why don’t you want to let me touch you now?” He questio
Maxim Vasiliev~•~Brielle paused and blinked severally. “What?”I smiled, stroking her hair. “What? You don’t understand English anymore?” I joked. “YA tebya lyublyu.” [I love you.]“You do?” she questioned like she couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t understand why. I had told her this before but she didn’t respond. If anything, I should be the curious and doubtful one.“I think I recall telling you this, dorogoy.”“Yeah, but–“ she blushed. “It never came up after that. I thought it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. I–“With my hand wrapped around her neck, I pulled her up and she complied, not hesitating to kiss me back when I kissed her. “I do mean it,” I told her when our lips disentangled. “I love you and I mean it.”Her face was beet red. “I love you too.”I grinned. It was not like I was being arrogant, but except she was a really good actress, I already knew she loved me back. Hell, she even loved me first. There was no other explanation for all the shit she endured from me. “