Brielle Clarke~•~“Your sisters are here.” One of the men from the gate came to inform me about my sisters’ arrival. I wasn’t expecting them until 3 but it was only 2:15 pm. Why did they arrive so early? “Send them in,” I instructed him.I honestly had no idea what we were going to do. I didn’t know how I was going to manage to bond with people I’d hated my whole life. I didn’t want it to be awkward, so I told one of the men to set up the movie room and prepare snacks and drinks as well. At least no one is expected to talk during a movie. I went to my room to freshen up and prepare to face them. I put on the yellow flowery gown I had gotten from the mall the other day and threw on a pair of grey fluffy slippers. I heard the door open and I figured it was them and went down to welcome them. “Hi, Brielle.” Aubrey greeted me. She wasn’t even focused on me. Her gaze was focused on the beautiful interior of the house. She was probably admiring it and maybe wishing it was her here in
Maxim Vasiliev ~•~It was the third time I was visiting my father and this time, I didn’t bother to wait for him to welcome me at the door.I pushed the door open, strolling in like I owned the house. Two women who were slightly older than me sat on the couch having a conversation. One was blonde. The other was brunette. Just the way my father liked them.I wondered how they managed to live together peacefully without ripping each other’s heads off. Surely, my father must favor one more than the other. It was impossible for him to share his supposed love equally among them.Both of them stood up at my arrival. “Maxim.” The blonde one called out.“Where is he?”They immediately knew who I was talking about so the brunette pointed toward his office. Before they could say anything else, I walked right past them, heading for my father’s office.Andrei was a lot better now. He could go on with his life like every normal person but he had to avoid heavy lifting and hard labor. Aside from t
Brielle Clarke ~•~I was in the shower when I heard my phone beep multiple times. Who could be blowing up my phone again? The last time something bad happened. But I didn’t worry because they were just text messages and if it was something very serious I would have gotten a phone call.I took my time and did my lip and skin care before coming out of the bathroom. As I picked up my phone, I noticed the texts were from Aubrey. I couldn’t see the content of the texts because the phone was locked. I wondered why she was blowing up my phone. We weren’t very close yet so it was weird. Maybe she was just checking up on me. I dropped my phone to get completely dressed without looking at the texts she sent. After I got dressed, I went downstairs for breakfast. I had to eat alone because Maxim hadn’t returned the previous night. I was worried but I had been calling him all night and he didn’t respond. I didn’t know what else I could do. He had promised to come home but he didn’t.It was in
Maxim Vasiliev~•~I understood how Brielle was feeling but I was as much a victim as she was. I had too much shit to deal with and Debbie was adding to it by causing problems in my relationship. I didn’t even realize she had been at the club last night. I had promised Brielle I was going to be home soon but I didn’t go home. Instead, she was hit with a stupid ass video that made her question my fidelity.I had to deal with Brielle with a hangover.It was some unnecessary shit.I dialed Debbie’s number. I wanted to put an end to this shit once and for all, but she didn’t pick up. I called her repeatedly but she didn’t answer. It was the first time she was avoiding my calls. She was always eager to answer them, hoping to get fucked whenever I called her. Now, she was literally fucked.I couldn’t blame Brielle for acting the way she was. She had always been insecure when it came to Debbie. To date, she thought something could still be going on. It was my fault for even suggesting the id
Brielle Clarke~•~“I have evidence.” Maxim burst into the room once again.I groaned as I sat up. I was still not ready to deal with him. I still didn’t know what to think of the whole situation. “Evidence?”“That I didn’t cheat on you.” He added, walking toward me. When I shifted back, he clenched his jaw and stopped moving. “There’s one on the internet that says you did, sir.”“It has been taken down.”My mouth formed a scoff. “Does that make it any less true?”I wanted to believe him. I really did, but the video was so glaring, and every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Maxim and Debbie kissing. They didn’t just kiss. He allowed her to run her hands around over his body; something that belonged to me.He didn’t just cheat. He lied that he was going to see his father. What was his excuse? That he was going through a lot? Ducking bullshit. “If you were horny and wanted sex, you could have just come to me.” I had given him space from anything sexual because I didn’t want it to s
Brielle Clarke~•~“Sit up for me, my love.” He coaxed, slightly pulling away from me. I sat up as ordered and he told me to raise my arms, removing my dress.I was left in my bra and panties that didn’t match, but Maxim didn’t care about that. His hand reached behind me and he unclasped my bra in one swift move. He discarded the material, exposing my breasts. The cold air hit me on the chest but it was soon replaced by the heat of Maxim’s mouth.“Oh fuck.” I arched my back, subconsciously pushing my breasts further into him. He pushed me back so I was lying down and started kissing down my body.He kissed a particular spot on my ribs. “You never told me how you got your scars.”I tensed at the question. I thought Maxim didn’t care about it. He had never brought it up. He never made it obvious that he saw them whenever I was naked. It was weird. We had never talked about it and I was hoping we never did.“Relax.” He kissed the scars again. “I just want to know what you’ve been through
I woke up feeling tired from the previous night but happy. I turned around to see Maxim sleeping, looking all innocent like a baby. I kissed him on his forehead and went to the shower. “Good morning baby.” I heard Maxim’s voice echoing from the room. “Why didn’t you wake me up, so we could shower together?” He teased me. “You looked happy sleeping so I didn’t want to disturb you.” My voice was loud enough for him to hear even if the shower was still running. “Someone’s calling you. Jordan.” He walked to the shower and handed me my phone. I was surprised to hear that she was calling me. It had been a while since we spoke. However, I was happy she was keeping in touch with me. Outside this house, she was the only friend I had and I still knew her through Maxim.“I’ll call her later,” I instructed him to take the phone back. He didn’t really care that I got a call. He just wanted to be in the shower with me. “Okay, buzz kill.” His once big smile deflated from his face.I had become
Brielle Clarke ~•~“Father wants to see you.”“What the fuck for?” Those were the first words that came to mind and I could not stop myself from saying them.The man I called father had deliberately sold me by tricking me to meet him at a bookshop. He wanted to get rid of me, not caring about the kind of person I’d end up with. And he suddenly wanted to see me? It had to be a fucking joke.Axel sighed. “He said he wants to talk to you,”“Why didn’t he call me himself then?”“Would you stay on the call if you knew he was the one speaking?”He caught me there. That was true. I didn’t want to see my father, but there were unanswered questions I had. I needed answers. I needed clarification. I needed closure.“Let him come to me.” I felt more comfortable when I knew Maxim was around because my father wouldn’t dare hurt me in his presence. Even if Maxim wasn’t around, most of his men would be close by. Axel kissed his teeth. “You know he can’t do that.”“Why?”“He and your boyfriend are