All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dimitri Alexeev was a man of few words. He preferred to communicate with actions, rather than words. But, if there was something that he knew, it was how to talk his way out of things. But when his phone rang that morning, while he was getting ready for the funeral of one of his underlings, he found himself in a very difficult situation. Dimitri stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when his phone rang. His hand froze when he heard the tone and he turned to glance at the nightstand. The screen of his cell phone glowed in the darkness of his bedroom and he wondered who the hell was calling him now. He took a deep breath and walked to his nightstand, reaching out and grabbing his cell phone. Dimitri didn’t even check the screen, instead, he brought it to his ear and spoke. “What?” His voice came out low and hoarse. “Having a tough morning, I suppose?” Dimitri recognized the voice in an instant. Igor Fedorov, the head of Pakhan’s sec

[IVAN]Exactly after three days, Junior would be leaving for his boarding school, and to say Ana had been a complete mess, was an understatement.I understood her pain. I loved my son just as much.Well, maybe my love for our son could never match up to the motherly love Ana held for Junior, but it was love all the same. I felt for her and I wanted to make sure that she knew that when it came to our kids, we were always in this together.We were a team.After dinner, I took a small walk around the estate with the kids. Tati was a bundle of energy, running around while we all laughed, but Ivan was calmer than usual, sticking to my side.I ruffled his hair whenever I got the chance to, talking about this and that, and the little one would always look up at me with so much love in his eyes.I couldn’t believe that a decade ago I would have laughed even at the thought of having a family, of having a kid. But now I h

[ANASTASIA] “Are you ready?” Ivan asks, holding me from behind while I am all dressed in front of the dressing table. I nod. But truth be told, I’m not ready at all. At least, I don’t think I am, or could ever be. Just the thought of parting with my son is enough to make me break down into tears. I just…I just don’t know how to be okay with this, with letting my son go so far away from me. Ivan says there’s nothing to worry about, that the school is the safest place and that I’m worrying for nothing. But I’m a mother. No matter how much assurance you give me, I’ll always worry. Always. “You’re about to cry, aren’t you?” Ivan whispers into my ear, probably noticing how my eyes glitter in the mirror. “Sweetheart, you have to get a better grip on yourself. You can’t let Junior see you like this. Or he wouldn’t want to go. Would you like that?” “No!” I shake my head, my chest feeling heavy. “Of course, not. It’s just…” “It’s normal. You’re going to miss him. And so am I. But, you

[ANASTASIA]The moment we are back home and I enter our bedroom after tucking the kids into their beds, Ivan’s hands are all over me.He tugs me close to him, kissing my neck as he peels off his own suit jacket and drops to the floor. I hold onto him when he lifts me in his arms, our lips fusing together in a searing kiss as he walks us towards the bed.“I have been waiting for this all night,” he murmurs against my mouth, laying me on the bed and hovering over me, his eyes filled with hunger and desire.I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our lips meet again. His kiss is so full of need and passion that my whole body tingles with a rush of pure pleasure.“Ivan…” I moan, his fingers slipping inside my panties, and I feel myself already dripping for him. He slides his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy with his fingers while I arch my back off the mattress, pressing my body

[ANASTASIA]“Do you like your room?”I look around the dorm room Junior has been assigned, ensuring that everything is as it should be. I mean, everything is well-placed and in perfect condition, but I still can’t help but worry. What if there’s something missing? What if there’s something he’s scared of? Spiders, for instance. However, after a quick sweep of the room, I can tell the brochure of the school wasn’t lying about its cleanliness policy.I’m checking the bathroom for the tenth time and still find nothing. Everything is squeaky clean. And the best part? He doesn’t even have to share his room with anyone. It could be Junior’s little escape from the world whenever he feels like being alone and not being disturbed.“Mom, I like everything about it,” Junior reassures me with a huge grin on his face as he watches me run around the room from where he’s sitting on his bed.I turn to look at him and find him just as calm as he has been during the entire flight to Kazan. I have no cl