Chapter 9

He did not mean to do it.

Michal added another cube of sugar into his cup of coffee. He had to prepare another after the first one had been left unattended.

Certainly not with a girl whom he was sure hadn't even experienced half of all the things she let on.
Greenhorn- and he could tell from a mile away. Why she chose to tease him, though, he could not understand.

But he had been frustrated. Tired, angry, and most of it was directed at the fact that he had to do his uncle’s dirty work. Not that the sort was new to him, but he hated being the errand boy when he knew the man had paid mercenaries at his beck and call.

He had also been angry because the reason why he had to do grunt work was a twenty-year-old girl who would not listen and thought the world needed to accommodate her tantrums.

The teasing…he didn’t miss the clothes she showed off but never bought. Or the catwalk she suddenly sprung up, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper all of a sudden.


So, when she walked in, he knew. And he saw through the light reflecting from the hallway that she was wearing only a thin t-shirt. A shirt that would come off with two hands and a simple tug.
And she wouldn’t be wearing anything underneath- or just panties.

The thought took his frustration and changed it into something…primal, which was why he put the lights on. He wasn’t supposed to be fantasizing about putting his hands beneath the shirt, his tongue and fingers making her moan, his attention buried completely in intimate places.
She wasn’t supposed to make him hard without even trying.


It had always been easy for him- turning off his sexual responses to women. Growing up in a household where women threw themselves at his father, and there was a strip party now and then, taught him how to keep his dick silent in his pants.
And it would have been easy-


Her nipples. Peaks that wanted to be set free, to be seen, worshipped, suckled.

*“Are you cold?”

*"No. Why?”

*"Because you are wearing a flimsy big tee, and your body is giving a clear sign of either chills or arousal,” *

She had no idea the thoughts that ran through his head as her hands came up against her bosom, pushing her breasts up in a bid to protect her nipples from his wandering- staring eyes.
He wanted to bury his face between them, breathe her smell in, finally experience how she would respond under his tongue, how she would taste in his mouth.

*He was working for her father. And his father…

The unfinished thought was enough to bring him back, set him straight.



*I'm just going to take this and go to my room.”

*"Okay, if you say so. But remember, if you keep playing, I am not going to back down next time.”


He meant it. There was only so much distance a man could give himself when he had to be by her side almost constantly. But he was sure, by the look on her face and how fast she hurried away, that she would behave for a while.
Or maybe not. The little minx had managed to shock him twice.


His phone buzzed, and a text appeared.
*" Is it done?”

He didn’t even deserve a courtesy call? Or an acknowledgment? Was he a busboy that just got served?

Then the phone rang. He answered after a few seconds.

“Uncle.”

“Sergei wants to know if you did the job.” It was one of his uncle’s ‘men.’

“Give the phone to my uncle, and I will tell him myself,” Michal responded. And then he waited.


“Is he still breathing?” His uncle wasted no time with pleasantries. And Michal didn’t want any, either. Just respect.

“I did your job. You should have no troubles,” he replied.

“That’s a good boy. I thought one of my men would have to clean up after you. Although if I had sent any of my men, you’d have trouble speaking to me on the phone, eating, or even breathing. Sometimes, they like to go wild.”

Michal knew it wasn’t a threat. His uncle used men who loved the sight of blood. And when he sent his men to punish somebody, that unfortunate fellow either ended up in the morgue or fighting for his life.

But Michal would not be backed into a corner. Not when he still had the trump card.
“And have father send somebody else to watch over his favorite thing? You know how he gets distraught when his plans are tampered with.”

“You have certainly grown. Consider your debt repayment,” his uncle said.

“Noted.”

“I’ll be in touch.” The line went dead.


Michal took another sip of his coffee, a smile on his face. He hated Sergei- had always hated him while growing up. His uncle had been the primary source of his nightmares while growing up, undermining his importance as someone who could take over his father’s company.

Michal’s theory was that Sergei hated his father growing up being the first son but having to live in his younger brother’s shoes. But at some point, he had to accept it as fate. He would never be better than his brother.

Which was why he moved miles away from home to start up his empire. Didn’t remove the shadow that belonged to Michal’s father, though. His uncle feared his father enough that Michal felt safe in the old man’s shadow.

*And why shouldn’t he? He was doing the man’s dirty work too, wasn’t he? *



He downed the cup in one gulp, ignoring how the hot liquid burned the back of his throat. He had work to do. Slacking wasn’t an option. He was about leaving the kitchen when the governess walked in.

He briefly nodded at her and walked away, leaving her to whatever it was that brought her to the main house. But he had just one thought in his head-

*A few minutes earlier and he would be doing more than just offering a polite nod.