Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“He doesn’t. Trust me.”
“Are you so sure?”
He looked ready to talk, but then he stopped and I smiled, going up on my tiptoes and kissing him.
“See, just enjoy this.” I take a few steps and realize I’m being unreasonable. “Actually, if you don’t want to pick out furniture together, then I completely understand. I know you’re very busy.”
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That thing that makes me feel guilty.”
I raise my brows. “I didn’t think a brigadier could feel guilty.” I make sure my voice is quiet so no one heard what I called him.
In response, Andrei laughed, pulled me into his arms, and kissed the top of my head.
“If this is what’s going to make you happy, then consider me happy.”
Wrapping my arm around him, we walked around the store, trying out new sofas. At one point, we were all alone, and Andrei reached for me, forcing me to straddle his waist, right there.
“What are you doing?” I asked, laughing.
“Simple. We need to test this sofa out for all eventualities, and I can promise you, all sofas are going to see my dick inside your cunt.” He ran his hands down my ass and drew me close. I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my pussy, and it made me gasp. I’m so taken aback by the pleasure.
Andrei sinks this fingers into my hair, which I have left down, and he kisses me, hard. I love his kisses. Cupping his face, I’m lost in the sweetness of his lips, but at the sound of a throat clearing, I jerk back and couldn’t believe we’d been caught. Andrei had no such problems.
“Sorry you had to see that,” he said, with a wink. “But I think we found the sofa.” He patted the chair. “This is the bad boy we’ve been looking for.”
“Excellent, sir. Would you be interested in the whole set?”
And that’s how we left the store. Buying two sets of the sofa and chairs, one for the main living room, and another for the penthouse.
We weren’t done. We picked out beds for the three bedrooms. I insisted because those would be the guest bedrooms for Ivan and then one for Slavik and Aurora.
While Andrei dealt with the payment, I did wander around one of the stores and came to an ideal example of a nursery. Yellow walls, a neutral color. A crib, a rocking chair, a small white cabinet with diapers, and creams peeking out.
I tense up as arms wrap around my waist, and I know from the scent of his cologne, it’s Andrei.
“Hey.” He pressed a kiss to my neck.
“Hey. It’s beautiful.”
“It is. We can buy it if you want.”
“No. It’s bad luck. I’m not even pregnant.”
He nipped at my neck. “But you might be.”
That we could. I was too nervous to take a test. My last menstrual cycle hadn’t lasted long and it had been so light. I didn’t want to know.
“Would you want a boy or girl?” I asked.
“Don’t care, just so long as it’s healthy. We’re going to have to find names and do all that boring stuff.”
I can’t help but smile. “You don’t like names?”
“What do I name our kid that won’t make it hate us?”
This I found adorable. He was worried about what our child would think of us based on his or her name.
Leaning back into his embrace, I thought about it. “You could give him your name.”
“Andrei Junior, no thanks. Trust me.”
“Is there a name you’d like?” I asked, tilting my head back.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I haven’t thought about it.”
“I know. I haven’t thought about names either. I’ve thought about having a baby in my arms, but names are so … final.”
Andrei rubbed my arms. “Come on, let’s go and get something to eat. My treat.”
As if it would be anyone else’s.
Leo and Terrance were with us today but neither opened my door as Andrei was there, helping me inside.
I sat down, and thought of a name. “Billie?”
“For what?”
“A boy or girl.”
“Not happening.”
“You don’t like the name Billie?” I asked.
“No, I don’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “How about … Raymond.”
“No.”
“You’re not being very helpful.”
“I like the name Lucifer.”
“You’re not being fair now.” I nudge his shoulder, but I can’t stop laughing.
“What about Bell?”
“To ring?” Andrei asked.
“You’re not being very helpful,” I said, taking a deep breath.
“I am being very helpful.” He took my hand and locked our fingers together. “I’m telling you all the names that are not going to work. How about Lucille?”
“I like that name, but no.” I sighed. “We’re not even pregnant and we’re arguing about names.”
“You being pregnant is completely inevitable,” he said.
I smiled and he cupped my cheek and kissed me. Staring into his eyes, I had this overwhelming feeling to tell him that I loved him. It came completely out of nowhere. I didn’t say the words but I did come close.