Page 72 of Cookie: Part One
Wh-what the hell are they talking about?
“Is zhat all you need to say?” Misha continues to wash me, cleaning my pussy thoroughly.
“Y-yes,” Alik murmurs, and I pop my sleepy eyes open, seeing him staring at me longingly as Misha takes the detachable shower wand and rinses then packs me out of the shower.
“Got it…” he grunts and stops at the shower door before he whispers something to Alik. I feel a buzz of electricity in the room, and it’s as if the sex-induced haze is lifted. As that happens, Dimitri and Nadya slowly open their eyes. “Wash off and get dressed… it’s almost time,” he tells them and they nod, stretching.
“By your vill.” They stand and bow, joining in the shower. Misha looks energized as he packs me to the bedroom, where he dries me off, which is miraculously already cleaned.
After a while, Nadya and Dimitri come out of the shower, and we all spray down. They help me get dress after massaging and rubbing me down with oil that that soothes most of the pain I feel when we have rough sex. However, this time when I glance up, I’m embarrassed to see Alik is still there, watching even as Misha lays me on the bed and covers me up.
“Vhy are you still here?” Misha asks him casually, but Alik says nothing. He just sits next to me, running his cool hands over my feverish head. I hum, loving how it feels to be doted on by all of them.
“Because I vant to be. Let me have zhis… vhile I still can,” he pleads.
“Fucking covard,” Misha scoffs, but he doesn’t kick him out, and instead goes over to the mini fridge in the room and brings me over the tub of Rocky Road ice cream! “Vhat my Pechenye vants, my Pechenye gets,” he whispers and I giggle, opening my mouth for him to feed me.
For the first time, it feels peaceful and right, being with all four of them. Even if I can feel the underlying tension between Alik and Misha, I don’t want any of them to go. Yes, I want to ask questions, but I don’t want to ruin this euphoria.
I want to stay like this as lo—The door slams open like it’s the feds, and I sit up, seeing Pyper ass mean-mugging the fuck out of us.
“Do you knov hov long I have been vaiting?!” Pyper taps her foot. “Misha, are you trying to embarrass my best friend?” she snaps and I sit up, confused and tired, wanting to sleep. My back has been blown and so has my mind about what just transpired, but I’m too tired to think.
“Pyper, wh—” She breezes over, grabbing one of the fresh sheets and wrapping it around me.
“I’m taking her! Ze event starts in an hour and you’re in here keeping her from ze glam team.”
“Wait!” I call out as I’m being dragged from the room, but when I look back at Misha, he gives a brief nod.
“I told you she vould barge in,” Alik sighs.
“Hold on! Where are we go?—”
“Do as Pyper says, Pechenye. Zhis appearance is necessary,” he mutters, watching us, but Pyper snorts.
“As if she had a choice.” She rolls her eyes and drags me away in confusion all the way to the parlor, where she pulls a silver garment bag off the rack and strips me.
“Chop chop. I must make you look ze best out of everyone! You vill be star of ze party.” Her eyes light up and I frown deeper.
“Uhm… what party, Pyper?” I ask as she whips the towel off me and gets to work. I groan, taking her arms and steading her. “PYPER! WHAT PARTY?!” I shout.
“It vas just announced zhat today, Dimitri and Nadya, as vell as Mikhail and Veronica vill be having a joint engagement party,” she states calmly and I reel back, shocked.
“Oh!”
“Da.” She nods, “But zhat is not ze crazy part.” She watches me and I blink, confused.
“Wait, there’s more?”
“Connie, Misha said he’s going to be showing up vit you…” She finishes and I balk.
“Hold the mother fucking phone! Friend, don’t tell me this man is trying to show up at his own damn engagement party with another bitch on his arm! And that bitch is gonna be me?!” I squeak and she nods.
“Da, you’re ze bitch, friend.”
“Oh lord…” I stagger back like Wendy Williams.
“Exactly. SoIhave to make you look good!” She grabs my wrist and yanks me upright, ignoring my dramatic flail and yelp. “Zhat vay even if you look like homevrecking vhore, you look like beautiful homevrecking vhore,” she beams, throwing a designer dress I’ve never even heard of over my head, and I don’t even bother looking at the cost.
