Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I need more vodka,” I grumbled as I poured myself another glass, nearly filling it to the rim with the beautiful clear chilled liquid. We all knew I could handle a tremendous amount of liquor. Each of us could. But I rarely drank this quickly, especially at this time of night.
Unless I was pissed off. Then I drank even quicker. Perhaps extreme lust and anger were two sides of the same coin. I wouldn’t know, since I had never experienced anything like this.
“Well, I’m off.”
“Hopefully her clothes will be off. Will you send her back to Barlov when you are done with her?”
“I’m not sure I will be done with her anytime soon.”
Alexie’s eyebrows shot up but Andrei merely nodded, as if he wasn’t surprised.
“You’re doomed, but I wish you luck anyway.”
“What does that mean?”
“I have thoughts, but I will save them for another day.”
“A prediction?” Alexei asked delightedly.
“Yes.”
Andrei’s predictions were frightening accurate. I did not believe in psychic abilities, but if they did exist, my brother had them. We all had remarkable instincts for business and character, but what he was able to see went beyond that.
I glared at him but he would say no more.
I slammed the rest of my vodka and took the long hallway to my portion of the estate, nodding at the heavily armed and lethal man who stood at the entryway. It took a few minutes to reach the dining room.
Everything in the estate took at least a few minutes, as it was the exact same size as our father’s home. We had not dared to build anything bigger, as we knew it would infuriate him. Instead, we had nearly replicated the estate, but for our own preferences and creature comforts.
His estate was truly built for royalty. Centuries old, massive, cold, and forbidding. It had been a brutal and unforgiving place to grow up. We had our own wings there, too, with our father in the center, like an enormous spider in a lethal web. He had wanted to keep us apart. I shivered, recalling the three of us attempting to find each other at night during a particularly violent thunderstorm, toy walkie talkies our only source of communication.
We had tested all the routes as children, using the stop watches our tutors used to keep us on schedule. To this day, I hated the sound of a stop watch. The relentless ticking, such a small sound, but the feeling of pressure it created had ruled my psyche in those days was tremendous.
It took forty minutes to walk completely around the house, and even longer to go from one of our childhood bedrooms to the other. Our father had been determined to prevent us from bonding too tightly to each other, though under one roof. We had been equally as determined to stay together.
We were the same now as we had been then. We were as close as triplets. I loved my brothers more than I could say. If not for them, I would not even know that an emotion such as love existed. No one had been allowed to show us even a touch of softness, lest we grow weak.
No one, except the kind man who owned a little candy shop in town…
But right now, I had other things on my mind.
Moments later I walked into the dining room. I stopped in my tracks, staring at the vision that awaited me. A delightfully curvy female form was bending over the table, fiddling with the place setting. She had been hidden from me in her baggy cardigan at her father’s place. But now… I could truly see her.
I let myself look her over thoroughly, knowing she wouldn’t realize. She did not even seem to know that I was in the doorway behind her. I said a wordless ‘thank you’ to the soft carpeting that made my approach so silent. Her long legs were bare under the relatively modest skirt of her uniform, her feet in high heels that looked a bit fancier and far sexier than the usual worn by staff.
Not that I had ever noticed such a thing before.
I made a mental note to have her uniform shortened and to give Linski a hefty bonus for the shoes. The pristine white apron accented the indent of her tiny waist. She turned slightly, giving me a look at her profile. Her face was so beautiful it stunned me. But it was her breasts that drew my attention. I could suddenly see how delightfully curvy and pert her figure was. Or rather, I could finally get an idea of the size and shape of things.
It was the truth that I had spent the better part of the night trying to imagine what those lovely peaches might look like.
The woman was built for pleasure. Ridiculously pretty from head to toe. And the innocence I had seen in her eyes was entrancing.