Happy New Years!! Sorry for taking almost two years to update ‘Silent Love.’ I hope you enjoy reading part four as much as I had writing it.
~Kaya S.
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“My father is coming now. I just called the limo driver and he should be here soon too,” said Erik as he placed his phone away. They were all crowded around the V.P. Section bar.
“Well my beautiful people, it’s been a pleasure. Let’s do this again,” Mathew James said as he clicked his glass to Rohan’s in a toast.
“I don’t know how y’all can still be drinking hard liquor,” Katherine said as she, Robert and Michael took a seat between Rohan and Mathew James at the bar.
“It’s a….”
“Please shut up,” Elizabeth interrupted Mathew James reply. “Erik, how do I look? If I knew we were going to be meeting your father I would have tried to at least look decent tonight.” Elena rolled her eyes at this and mouthed, “Bitch” in Zoya and Tama’s direction.
“You look okay,” he said as he walked up to the bar and took a seat to the right of Rohan. Zoya stood up to stretch her legs as they waited for Erik’s father. Yawning with arms above her head, she froze as she saw him crossing the room heading her way. Please don’t let him come here. Oh God, what am I going to do? Fuck!! He is coming toward me. Don’t look up. No look up and be cool. Fuck. Me!!!
“Pa, these are my friends from Callaway,” Erik said as he moved past a frozen Zoya to stand next to Dmitry.
“Oh it’s such a pleasure to meet you. I’m Elizabeth.” Elizabeth said as she walked up to him and shook his hand. Dmitry responded with a curt nod and kept his eyes on Zoya as one by one they all thanked him and introduced themselves.
“This is Zoya,” Erik said after everyone except Zoya greeted his father. “She is not feeling well tonight.” Erik added something softly in Russian, and seemed to go to extreme measures to keep Elena from hearing it.
“It’s a pleasure Zoya,” Dmitry said as he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
“What?!”
“It is a pleasure to meet you,” Dmitry answered while still holding her hand tight, without an expression on his face.
“How?” She stammered out as she sharply pulled her hand out of his, and looked away from him to Erik and then back.
“Sorry, as Erik said she is not feeling well,” Tama said as she quickly took Zoya by the elbow and moved her in the direction of the exit.
“Some people have no class,” Elizabeth made disapproving sound as she moved to stand between Erik and his father. Looking back, Zoya saw Dmitry still looking at her with his usual expressionless face.
“All right guys. The car is here. I’ll see you later Pa,” Erik said ignoring Elizabeth’s comment.
“Text me when you get home,” Dmitry said as he lifted a hand in farewell. Glancing once more at the exit Zoya and her friends went through he walked off.
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What the fuck to do? I will have to quit. No, we need the money. Find another job, and then quit. Yeah that’s smart, let’s do that. What do I say to Erik? Nothing. He doesn’t need to know that you let his father put his fingers up your…. I can always move back to Africa or….
“Zoya!! Get the fuck up.”
“No! Leave me be you cold hearted bitch.”
“Seriously come on. It’s 3pm on Sunday, and my mom has been asking me non-stop what’s wrong with my African friend.”
“So, it’s not my holy day. Tell your mom it’s a black girl problem,” Zoya mumbled from under her pillow pulling back the covers while Tama was trying to yank them away.
“Stop bitching and let’s go to the park.”
“No! Fuck off,” she shouted as she rolled to the other side of the small bed.
“No more drinking for you. You better get your drunk ass up or I am going to pour this water on you.”
“I’m up!” Zoya jumped up from the bed. She knew Tama was a crazy bitch and she would pour the fucking water. Having seen her do it to Elena and her brother, she wasn’t willing to take a chance. “Oh God, my head.”
“You know we were really worried about you. Here take these,” she said giving Zoya two blue pills and a glass of water.
“Red pill or the blue pill. Fuck you Morpheus, nobody wants that shit called reality.”
“The Matrix? Now? Take the pills and get your geeky ass up.”
“You are dead Mr. Anderson…muhaha,” Zoya tried her best Agent Smith voice while trying to smother herself with the pillow.
“Come on out of bed. The day is still young.”
“Can you be any more fucking cheerful, Mary Poppins?”
“Yes, come on!!” Tama said as she pulled a suicidal Zoya out of her room.
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“How much longer?” Dmitry asked Boris looking out the window wondering how many more fucking cows he was going to see.
“A few more minutes, two more exits. The farm should be near the exit,” Boris answered not looking up from his iPhone.
“Have you heard from the Libyans?”
“Still working on it, but I did hear from Doha and Riyadh. More info should be coming in soon.”
“Good, tell Dav it needs to be done before bursa eskort the meeting with the Israelis.”
“Will do sir,” he said as he looked at Dmitry’s head leaning on the window. “Sir, what are your plans for the Argentineans?” Boris asked his nervousness showing by his constant foot taps since they left Atlanta. Bazin did not answer; Boris knew better than to ask again.
“Well we’ll be there soon. Got some research done and it seems that Colon’s family has owned the farm for a while. He seems trustworthy enough, but looks can be deceiving.” Again Bazin did not say anything. Boris knew that if Bazin did not want to talk then nothing he said could make the Bazin open his mouth, so he went back to his phone.
They arrived at the small farm in Gainesville, Georgia in silence. They waited in the SUV until Geo and Devon signaled for them to come out. Colon and three of his men, as agreed, were waiting for them at the entrance of a two storey, blue farmhouse. The area was too quite to be a working farm, and from what Dmitry could see there were no animals of any kind around. Since it was not a formal business meeting he had chosen to wear blue jeans with a black t-shirt and boots; everyone except Colon had similar attire on.
“Dmitry Bazin, welcome to my home. Not the best of my homes, but it will do. Na?” Colon greeted them with his smooth Spanish accent.
“Colon,” Dmitry said as he took Colon’s offered hand. He took off his sunglasses as he followed Colon inside the air-conditioned home. Boris and Geo followed right behind him, leaving Devon waiting outside. The house was empty except for a long table with chairs in the living room. Dmitry and Boris took their seats after Colon took his. Boris wanted to take out a notepad and take notes, but that was not part of the agreement.
“You are well known by many Bazin, and to be honest it came as a surprise when your man said you wanted a meeting. Our paths have never crossed before, so to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I hear you are a specialist.” Colon liked a man who can get down to business.
“Ahh is that so? How much and how long are we talking about?”
“Twenty million, I need it done within two week.”
“Consider it done,” Colon said with a smile. Twenty million for one job was not a deal one could reject.
“You will need more than one man. Of course there is a possibility of bonus after. “
“Location?”
“My people will contact you.”
“I don’t do contracts so there was no need for your man here,” he said looking at Boris.
“Good, you are a man of your word then. Expect more information from us soon,” he said as he got up to leave.
Shaking hands with Colon at the door they got back on the road to Atlanta. Bazin did not talk to Boris again until they were fifteen minutes away from their office, and it was only to tell him to schedule a meeting with Erik.
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It was Tuesday night and as usual Zoya tried to make sure she finished her work at the condo before “Mr. Bazin” came back. She thought the best way to deal with her dilemma was to forget it. She seem to do that a lot since meeting him, while also trying to avoid him as much as possible. It had been almost two-and-half weeks since it happened. The semester was almost over. She just finished her midterms and finals were three weeks away.
As she got out of the elevator she plugged her headphones on and placed her phone in her jeans pocket. Walking into the condo and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she made her way to the kitchen and looked around. He did not leave her a note today. She moved to the fridge and opened it. Taking out a drink she sang as she moved around the kitchen in her daily routine.
“My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And they’re like it’s better than yours. Damn right, it’s better than yours. I could teach you but I have to charge. My milkshake is better than yours…” She cut off with a scream as someone tapped her in the back. She quickly turned around right into his arms. Breathing heavily she tried to move away just as his arm came around her. Zoya slowly looked up into his gray eyes and took a step back with him still holding her to him. “Hey… You surprised me,” she struggled out. More like you scared the shit out of me. He did not reply, but removed his hands from around her and walked to the fridge. He poured milk in a glass, took an apple from a bowl in the middle of the kitchen table and walked out.
Sticking her tongue out to his retreating back she whispered: “Asshole,” and went back to cleaning. It took her about an hour-and-a-half to finish what she needed to do, and since he’d shut himself in his room she didn’t bother asking he needed it to be cleaned. Plus she just cleaned it yesterday, so he should be fine without it being cleaned for a day. But it was just her luck, just as she’d finished putting the cleaning supplies away and was about to leave, he opened his room door and looked at her.
“Come,” he ordered and walked back into his room.
“Come, görükle escort don’t let master wait too long or shit is going to happen,” Zoya tried to impersonate his voice and accent as she closed the door to the condo and walked toward his room. She found him at the window reading through what looked like work files. He had changed from his suit into plaid pajama pants and a white tee, and was wearing reading glasses. Hmm…I would never have imagined him being so…scholarly, at peace, and not so controlling. This will take getting use to.
Looking around she saw there were files all over his bed and paper scattered around the room. Not organized, the little faults that make you human just keep adding up. He did not seem to notice as she came in, or maybe he was ignoring her just because he could. She cleared her throat a few times, but he did not look up from his reading. Wrinkling her nose she moved away from the door and dropped her backpack onto a chair. She walked to the middle of the room and looked at the fireplace. Drawn to the heat she moved closer. Hearing him move she turned away from the fire and waited for him to speak.
“Take this,” he said as he moved back to his bed and picked up his laptop, and waited for Zoya to come forward. “Take notes.”
“But I have to…” Zoya broke off what she saying as he turned and stared down at her with an expression that was the closest as he would ever look to being annoyed. Better deal with his crap or you going to be searching for a new job soon. Clearing her throat she took the Mac from him and moved towards the bed. As he moved back to the window with more files, she moved some papers aside in the bed and sat down.
“Password?”
“Korjev,” he said without looking up from his reading. “K-O-R-J-E-V,” he said after she tried two times to spell it and failed. Opening word processor, she waited from him to speak.
“Type, don’t worry about the spelling.” Not looking to see if she agreed or understood, he started to pace around the room as he rattled off his notes. Zoya did not understand what she was typing, and the few times she asked for clarification she got nothing but an off look from him and so decided there was no point.
By the time he stopped she could not feel her fingers and she could feel a headache coming on. Almost three hours had passed since they started, and she guessed he only stopped because he was tried too and saw that she was slowing down. Naming the file “Crazy man’s notes” she saved it and closed the computer. She threw it across the bed and lay down, crushing some paper in the process. It was only 10:47pm, but Zoya was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open as she watched him move around the room, collecting the files and papers he scattered around the room.
“Dmitry,” she mumbled.
“Hmm.”
“You are paying me overtime. Sleeping. Okay,” she sighed and drifted off to sleep. Placing the papers he was holding in his night stand, he looked down at her for a few seconds, and then reached down to remove her tennis shoes. Placing them down on the floor, he removed the covers from under her, and tucked her in. Picking up the laptop, he moved to the other side of the bed, and lay down on top of the covers. His lips turned up at the corners as he saw what she named the file. Copying the file, he renamed the copy, made a few edits, and sent it as an attachment with a note to Boris.
Closing the computer, he placed it under the bed, took his glasses off, and got under the covers. He reached up above and turned off the lights. He stared at the back of her head for a longtime before finally turning away from her. He was almost half a sleep when he felt her roll behind his back. Dmitry turned to her with a groan and pulled her close to him after a long minute. Mumbling something in her sleep Zoya turned into his arms. She hugged him to her, slipped her legs in between his, and went right back to her deep sleep. What situation have we placed ourselves into? You make it very hard for me to let you go, he thought. He leaned his chin on top of her head and fell asleep rubbing her back.
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“Play with me Dmitry,” she laughed playful as she moved her hands under his t-shirt. Instead of answering, he waited to see how far she would go.
With no answer from him, she kissed him on his chest and moved to undo his pajama pants. She nuzzled his abdomen and rubbed his stomach as she slowly pulled the strings.
“Is it suppose to look like this?” she asked as she pulled him out of the silk pajama pants and wrapped her hands around his member. “It’s like magic. Up and up it goes.”
Dmitry let out a loud noise as she blew air onto his penis and moved her hands under him to squeeze his ass as he lifted his hips off the bed to meet her mouth. Done with playing sleep he opened his eyes and met her brown gaze as she looked up at him before taking him into her mouth.
“Fuck baby,” he rasped out.
“You want me to stop?” she asked sweetly as his dick popped out of her bursa escort bayan mouth.
“No,” he said harshly as he grabbed her curls and moved his hips up to meet her mouth. Needing no more pressure she slowly took him inside her mouth and sucked. He moaned louder and almost screamed when she bit his sensitive organ. His eyes rolled back and closed as enjoyed the feeling she was creating inside of him.
“Suck and pull harder baby,” he demanded as he moved his hips to go deeper inside her mouth. He was so close to coming. She sucked faster and moaned along with him. He frantically fucked her mouth. Almost there.
She stopped. Pulled away and removed his strong hands from her hair. He opened his eyes to demand an explanation. She smiled coyly down at him and said nothing to his demanding stare.
“Come here love,” he said as he pulled her up toward him. Making sure to slide her body against his, Dmitry lay her on top of him. Caressing her body softly he refused to give her the kisses he knew she wanted from him. Not in rush he shaped her ass with his hands and then gave it a slap just to watch it jiggle. Their eyes locked and then suddenly she was under him. He took her mouth and kissed her hard. Massaging her breasts, he refused to let her lips go. He sucked on her lower lip and moved to claim her tongue.
She began to breathe heavily and let out a moan of approval as he moved his away from her beautiful breasts and slipped a finger in her pussy. His baby was always ready for him. Rubbing her swollen nether lips, he used his other hand to play with her left breast. He placed another finger in her pussy and began to finger fuck her. From the noise she was making he could tell that she was about to cum.
He stopped just as she was about to let out a scream of pleasure. Unable to speak Zoya nudged him in the ribs to get his attention. “What are you waiting for?”
“Tell me what is it that you want?”
“You know.”
“Yes, but say it anyway.”
“Fine!” She attempted to push him off of her, but he stopped her by quickly flipping her on top of him and holding both of her arms behind her back as she sat on his stomach. Breathing in shallow gasps she stared down at him and waited.
“You know I’ll give you anything you want, solnyshko. Now tell me what you want.” He knew she did not like to state her desires with words, but he needed to hear her say them.
“I need you. Inside of me.” Hearing exactly what he wanted to hear, Dmitry flipped them over and placed her underneath him. He entered her without a word, covering her gasp of surprise with a kiss. His sweetheart fit him perfectly. There was no need for words as he drove in and out of her. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the noise made as two bodies came together. They were both close to coming; he was not willing to leave her behind and she was not willing to cum first. Holding onto the bed frame he fucked her harder, she let out a scream, sinking her teeth into his shoulder in the process. His hands gave out and slipped from the bed frame as he lost control and exploded inside of her. His seed released and he sank deeper into her he as he stopped moving.
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Dmitry woke up as something painfully kicked him in the stomach. For a minute he could not remember where he was. Looking around his room to make sure everything was okay his eyes came back to focus on the person sleeping next to him. She had kicked him in the stomach with her knees in an attempt to curl up next to him. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head in an attempt clear it and not to think too much about his dream. This is not going to turn out well for us sweetheart, he thought as he stared at the head resting on his elbow.
Moving her to the other side of the bed, he covered her and lay down on the opposite side. Making sure there was good amount of space between them, Dmitry closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
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She came out of her slumber snuggled to something very warm. She took a deep breath, smells so good, she thought. After snuggling into the wonderful smell and the warmth, she tried to stretch, but something was pinning her arms down. Still not opening her eyes Zoya tried to move around. She felt like she was sleeping on top of a log. My body is in pain from yesterday. That good for nothing asshole worked me to death. She though as she sighed and tried to move again. Still locked in, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up into Dmitry Bazin’s sleeping face. Finding herself laying on top of him, she let out a squeal that was muffled as he turned to his side, turning her with him. Oh God, what is it about this man that keeps me letting my guard down? Zoya quietly waited until he settled down and went back to sleep before trying and move again.
“Stop.” She froze with her struggle and looked at him. Eyes still closed, face expressionless, he looked like he was still sleeping. If she did not hear his command for her stop, she would have thought he was still sleeping.
“I have to go to school. I have class at 8:30. Exams coming soon too, I can’t miss it.” Shut the fuck up Zoya, you don’t need to explain yourself to him! He opened his eyes at this and gazed at her. He disengaged himself from her and turned away. Back to sleep for all Zoya knew.