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. “
Brielle Clarke~•~When I woke up the next morning, it was only because of the incessant ringing of my phone.I hissed, turning around on the bed. I didn’t remember coming to bed. All I remembered was staying in the bathtub. I probably fell asleep there.My eyes fluttered open to see that the sheets had been changed. I wondered if Maxim did all that last night. The ringing continued and Maxim was nowhere to be found. Groaning, I turned again to find my phone on the nightstand.I squinted at the screen, surprised to see that an unknown caller was ringing me. I frowned. The only people who had my contact were Maxim, Marina, Mikhail, and Andrei. Who could be calling?“Hello?” I answered the call.“Brielle.”I sat up immediately, wincing at the soreness in between my legs. When Maxim took me out to the balcony, he didn’t relent in fucking me ruthlessly. My pussy was still aching and my legs were quite numb.“Axel?”“Yeah,” he sighed. “Sorry for taking a while to call. I’ve been quite busy
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~When I got out of the shower, I expected Brielle to be done with her call, but I didn’t see her around.Had she gone out already? No, it couldn’t be. She was only wearing a robe which meant she didn’t go far.Frowning, I put on the first set of clothes I found and stepped out of the room. I heard my phone ring and I sighed, going back in to answer the call. “Hello?”“Dobryy den', boss.” I heard Andrei speak. [Good day, boss.]“What is it?” I questioned impatiently. He had told me he would handle emergencies if there were any.“Ty uzhe svyazalsya s bratom?” My frown deepened. I had talked about reaching out to him but why was he bothered? [Have you reached out to your brother yet?]“Why?”I didn’t even know if I should consider Landon my brother anymore. The man was obviously out for blood. Although he had poor planning and lacked leadership skills, he was still identified as an enemy. “He keeps calling me, saying he wants to meet with you.”If I was confused befo
Brielle Clarke~•~The tables turned and by the time we left Paris, Maxim was mad at me and not the other way around.After Debbie’s visit, Maxim decided it was time to go home. I was surprised at the sudden decision since Maxim said we were going to be in Paris for at least, a week.When I asked him the reason, he said he had something to take care of at home but during our flight back, he refused to speak with me. Maxim could be a petty man whenever he wanted to and at the moment, he felt like.I was still a bit irritated by Debbie’s visit, even if she confirmed Maxim didn’t bring her and the sudden end of my trip further irritated me. I kept myself occupied with my phone while Maxim kept making various calls.When I got bored, I went to the back to sleep.During my sleep, I could swear I felt a body beside me, but when I woke up, I was alone again. I yawned as I got out, seeing Maxim still on his computer.“Are we almost there?”“Yes.” He answered dryly, not even bothering to look
Brielle Clarke~•~Maxim sat on the bed, watching me as I ran in and out of the closet to prepare. “One would think you’re going on a date with your boyfriend.”“Well, I haven’t seen him in a while.” I bit back as I carried my coat. “You saw him a few weeks ago.”“I haven’t properly met him in months.”Maxim scoffed. “Whatever.”I rolled my eyes at his behavior. “What? I thought we left Paris because you had work to do. Why are you sitting here idle?”“I’m not idle.” He corrected. “I’m watching my girlfriend get ready to meet another man.”I shook my head, a small chuckle escaping my lips. Maxim would be very dramatic when he wanted to be. I was only going to meet Axel, but he was acting like I was going to meet a stranger or cheat on him. “I’m ready.”“Let’s go.” He stood up, taking his keys from the nightstand.I stared at him in surprise. “Let’s?”He nodded, unrelenting. “I’ll drop you off.”I knew better than to argue with Maxim because I knew I wouldn’t win. I merely smiled as I