sex-me boss.

On Friday evening, while Finn was still expecting Dimitri to change his mind, he saw Richard arrive home with such a big smile on his face. This smile could only be the result of the opposite of what he wanted, i. e. this marriage to Virginia.

-My dear son, it’s good to see you again. I know you’ll soon be a responsible and welcome member of the clan. Now you have everything you need to get married, because Dimitri has given in and now you have confirmation of the partition of the Savoski estate, which he has attested.

Finn blew out his breath and snatched the paper from her hand before reading it. Indeed, he had given his supposed sister what was rightfully hers. About time,” Finn muttered, even though Richard’s smile hadn’t disappeared. Now he had no way of getting back, so he was going to get married, and for how long again? it would be stipulated in the peace treaty contract.

-And I imagine it’s the big brother who will accompany the little sister on the arm of her future husband.

-Not really,” says Richard, a little doubtful. Dimitri has a trip today and won’t be at the ceremony. I’m proud of you, Finn, for making the right decision.

The right decision? No, never. He was realizing that he’d made the worst mistake of his life by agreeing to this marriage, and all he needed was a miracle to get out of it. His miracle could be what. Hoping maybe that the priest would get sick or even that it would rain all day or that the bride would catch her death, anything that could keep him from going through with this stupidity could help. Just as he thought he was putting up with Richard alone, the hall door opened again and he saw Alexei and Filip.

-Shit, this doesn’t even remotely resemble the home of a man who’ll already be married by eleven o’clock tomorrow. No atmosphere, no music, but did we force your hand or what? asked Filip.

-Thanks, guys, I’m fine and I think Richard was just leaving.

The latter looked at him discontentedly, but headed for the door anyway, which was for the best. Now he just had to put up with the other two, who were sure to make his life miserable.

Well, now that father-in-law’s out of the way, I think it’s time for your bachelor party,” Alexei suggested.

Finn looked at him, frowning. He didn’t understand what this bachelor party business was all about, and he was a man too. He was aware enough of the danger his friends represented to know that following them was going to be dangerous and even fatal for him.

-I’ve got work to do.

-Normally you’d be stressing, wondering what your wife’s white dress would look like, her veil, you’d normally be impatient to take it off and…

Before he could spout any more nonsense, Finn went into a fit of giggles as he went upstairs to his room. He heard footsteps behind him and knew it was them, but he intended to give them the slip. Once in his room, he waited behind the door and when he heard the footsteps close behind them, he slammed the door. He heard Filip sigh and realized that it was he who had just slammed the door in his face. He felt no remorse after his act, for after all, he didn’t like people invading his private space.

-No, but it wasn’t me who asked you to get married, for God’s sake, you can hold back your frustration a little,” said the latter indignantly.

-And I never asked you to follow me into my private space, that’s violating my privacy, my dear friends, you know that, don’t you?

-You’re not going to tell us you’re going to take a shower, Finn, and what’s more, you don’t mind, we’re your friends, what would you like to hide from us?

Finn nodded negatively and locked the door, because he knew that the door Filip had just slammed in his face wasn’t going to stop them. He knew perfectly well that between them there was no such thing as gay, but at least he’d still rather have a woman in his room when it was time to change than hard men like him. When he’d finished after a few minutes, he went out and found them in the living room; bottles of Rum Gin, Bourbon, Vodka and all the rest were sitting on his coffee table, he didn’t understand any of it while his friends didn’t mind.

-Finn asked when he heard the doorbell ring; he hadn’t invited anyone to his house and didn’t understand what was going on.

-your bachelor party will be here and not at the night, you’ll thank us later, but as for now, you should make the most of it.

Three young women entered, the kind of women he didn’t like at all, i. e. Russian dolls. From the look on Filip’s face, he knew this was his way of getting even. Finn felt like blowing up everything around him, but this was still his home, so he was going to contain himself until the time came for them to leave with their dolls.

You know you can still invite one or all three of them into your room, because from tomorrow you’ll be married and a faithful one-woman man,” Alexei whispered to him.

He choked on his drink without meaning to. He hated being reminded that he was getting married, for God’s sake. And no, he couldn’t afford to become faithful. He may not have been the messiest man in the galaxy, but at least he had choices, and well-filtered choices at that.

Before going to bed, Milena had packed everything she needed for the next day. She’d received a phone call from Caroline, Martinov. Aviation, who wanted to meet her. She didn’t know how she’d managed to get her contact details, but in Russia, everyone sounded so strange that she couldn’t understand anything, it was even frightening.

-You’re not asleep yet?

She turned and saw her cousin in the doorway. She didn’t know what he was doing there, and since they’d even brought Vlad home, Paolo had been distant and very absent too. She thought she had opportunities to ask him what was going on, but every time he always found a way to escape.

-I was just about to go to bed, why?

Paolo handed her the bag he was holding and she took it back. It wasn’t her birthday at all, and she didn’t understand why he was giving her a present. She pulled the fabric out of the bag and saw a beige dress with faux diamond motifs on it. She wasn’t getting married, nor was it her christening.

-I’d like to invite you somewhere tomorrow and I’d like you to wear this.

-oh sorry, you could have told me earlier but it won’t be possible because I already have plans and I can’t cancel Paolo.

-Please don’t screw me up, Elena. You’ll have time after this to go to your appointment, I assure you, but I’d like you to come with me. It won’t take long, I’ll find someone to look after Vlad, but please don’t say no to me.

He sounded so serious, as if it was a matter of life and death, and yet she couldn’t always see why he was so frightened when he asked her this. She didn’t want to worry over nothing, whereas his attitude made her worry just a little.

-It’s all very well, but where are you taking me?

Paolo looked at her painfully. There was no way he could tell her he was taking her to pay off the debt he owed to Monsieur Krouto, the country’s finance minister. She’d never go along with it, and she’d even hate him on the spot, so no, he’d just surprise her the next day.

-It’s a surprise. You trust me, don’t you?

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-I think I’d better get some sleep now, because seeing you like this might change my mind.

Paolo pressed his lips to her temple and pulled away just a few seconds later. She huffed, realizing that his approval had lifted quite a weight from her chest. She went to bed with a light heart, because even if she didn’t know what the next day was going to be about, she at least wanted to enjoy her sleep.

When Finn looked at his watch hours later, it read four in the morning; he hadn’t even realized he’d been putting up with these people for so long. He had to get some rest if he didn’t want to look like a zombie at his own wedding, so he got up, but a re-made doll fell on top of him, touching him a little too much. He hated this kind of clingy behavior, so without mastering his strength, he pushed her away and she fell onto the sofa and thankfully because she could have hurt herself.

-I’m going to rest now, so tidy up before you leave.

-But don’t be uptight man, we know Damon it’s your wedding but you should enjoy it until the morning because believe me it’ll do you good but if you don’t want to it’s okay, get some rest.

He went up to his room, hoping to get some sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come. Instead, it was the image of the girl that kept haunting him. This young woman he hadn’t seen for too long was already taking up too much space in his heart, and he didn’t believe this was still a story to be taken lightly. No matter how much he tossed and turned in bed, she wouldn’t disappear, and that smile she’d had when under the influence haunted him. he could have taken her as she’d asked and maybe that desire he felt for her would disappear. He got up and got into the shower. A shower at four in the morning was unheard of, yet he needed one to calm his ardor. His wife was probably dreaming about her wedding ceremony, while he was getting hard just thinking about another one. That was bad enough. When he finished, he picked up a file on the company he wanted to buy in Cuba and began to study it. He wasn’t sleepy, so he might as well occupy himself for a while, waiting until ten in the morning for something else, as Richard had planned. A marriage contract that Virginia had already put her signature on, Richard had wanted him to sign before but he’d decided to do it after the wedding ceremony as he was still holding out hope that something would put an end to this bullshit.