Page 3 of King of my Heart
I move quickly and without a sound just like I’ve been taught. In a blink, I’m in the bathroom with her wrist twisted up behind her back pinning her front to the vanity.
I lean close talking low and demanding, “Let’s start with who the fuck you are and why your fucking here.”
She shocks me to the core when she just sighs, “My name is Yelena Agapov and I’m here for my interview as your new Assistant. If you would kindly let me go so that I can complete my current task of getting you a rag to clean the blood off before you get it on my clothes.”
“I’m not looking for an assistant.” Warning bells are going off on every level as I just lost my current assistant.Who and how?
“I got word from Luca Volkov. Said you would be looking for help shortly and I might wanna stop by.” She tells me like this is everyday shit but if she is getting information from Luca Volkov then this very much could be everyday life.
“Well, it looks like Luca was mistaken. I’m all good here. So do us both a favor and remove yourself from my building,” I say and my cock jerks in anger giving me an idea of something else I could do with her.
Yelena watches me over her shoulder and I smirk as I grind my dick against her perfect ass, “Unless you want to take care of my raging dick.”
Her eyes dilate before she slams the shutters shut so hard I can feel the chill in the air, “There’s nothing I can offer you, Mr. Savas. I will leave my resume on your desk and look forward to your call shortly.”
Her words give me a second of pause and it’s just enough for me to loosen my grip so she can break free and head for the door. I catch sight of myself in the mirror grinning. I adjust my present erection to try and get more comfortable.
I strip out of my pants and step into the chilly shower hoping to calm the beast. Taking it into my rough hands, I close my eyes letting images of Yelena’s perfect ass fill my mind. I finish just as the water turns warm and finish my shower and get ready to finish my day.
Sitting at my desk I read over her resume, not seeing how she can be my assistant but I do know I’ll be calling to bring her back for another interview.
Chapter Three
Yelena
Lawson toldme that her family knew some people who run casinos in Detroit. I pointed my car in that direction and that’s where baby girl and I ended up. Yes, I discovered that the tiny baby was indeed my sister’s, and her name is Samara and she is indeed only two and a half months old. Or so the paperwork I took from my sister's apartment says.
What floored me in not a fucking good way is finding out that Sasha used my information when she got pregnant and according to the state of Nevada. She used my social and my birthday. This means that according to everyone I am a mom to a daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to one day be one. In the future when I was settled with a man and you know all the things that little girls dream of. Not this way and not with everything being a lie.
Laying in bed in the little run-down shithole hotel, I continue thinking about what I was going to do. There are plenty of casinos for me to work at but I don’t know what to do aboutSamara. Lawson paid for a one-day babysitter to come and watch her but I know I will never be able to continue to pay her. I don’t know how to fucking do this.
Samara starts to whimper from her place beside me on the bed. Rolling over I look down at the sweet girl wondering for the millionth time if I was doing the right thing by keeping her and not sending her to a good home. Lawson’s words break through that thought, “You are an amazing person. You’ll be an amazing mom and she is the last piece of your sister you have.”
“Well, little one, it’s me and you. What in the world are we going to do now?” I ask Samara, not expecting an answer.
She just looks up at me with the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen. My phone starts ringing causing her face to scrunch up in the saddest face. Reaching out I grab my phone answering it without looking.
“Hello?” I ask, rubbing Samara’s forehead.
“You know running out on me without a word is just fucking rude.”
Scoffing at Luca’s words, “Who me? I would never be that rude to someone.”
“Lena, you didn’t have to run. You know Yuri and I would’ve helped you with whatever Sasha had gotten herself into this time.”
Tears prick at his words.
“Luca, I don’t know what happened or what it was and I was not about to start something when we both know she was probably in the wrong and fucked it all up. So I did what I do best. I packed up and hit the road. Everything is going to be a-okay,” I tell him, trying to feel excited and believe what I’m saying.
“Lie to Lawson all you want but don’t lie to me. Where are you?” Luca asks, not believing me at all.
“Not lying. We’ve made it to Detroit. Lawson told me that you guys were friendly with the guys who run some of the casinos here. So that’s where I went and we’re going to figure this out.” I tell him, not believing it for a second.
“Yeah okay. Look, I have a friend in Detroit who is going to need an assistant very soon. I’ll send the information, dress nice and for fuck sake watch what you say to him. He doesn’t play as nicely as we do.” Luca laughs at me just as my phone dings with a new email.
“Thank you, Luca. Tell Lawson next time I see her I’m spanking her ass for ratting me out like this.”
“I’ll be in touch,” he says as he hangs up the phone.
