Page 98 of Unholy Tsar

Five months later…

“I can’t believe I’m taking this online class with the rest of them, Uncle Maksim,” Bree complains as I round up the lesson with an assignment for my nieces. “I started months ago. I should’ve graduated already.”

“You missed a few classes because of your blind dates,” I remind her, and she pouts. The other girls—my nieces—laugh and tease her in the frame.

“I don’t know why I had to do those… Dad didn’t approve of any of them anyway.” She rolls her eyes, but I know the real reason none of those blind dates went anywhere. And it wasn’t because of her dad. It was her. She was the one who vetoed them all.

And Nolan wasn’t about to force his little girl into a loveless marriage. No one in this family would. So, the search continues.

“Alright, girls. That’s the end of it. We’ll pick up where we left off next time.”

“Give Cece my love, Uncle Maksim,” Bree says, waving as she exits the Zoom call. The rest of the girls echo the sentiment, and I end the meeting just as Cecilia stretches out beside me.

I turn to watch her slowly stir awake with a small smile on my face. When her eyes blink open and those blue pearls settle on my face, my smile widens. She blinks and then grins back.

“I can’t get over how hot you look in those glasses.” She arches her back seductively, and I laugh.

“They’re anti–blue light lenses,” I remind her, taking them off. I started using them a few weeks ago because I noticed my eyes would start aching after a long time on my phone or laptop.

When I glance back at her, she’s pouting, “You should have let me play out my hot professor–student fantasy before taking them off.”

“You’ve already played out that fantasy,” I remind her.

“And it was good enough that I want to do it again.”

My cock stirs, and for a moment, I contemplate it; then I remember we’re still in the air.

“Later. Thanks to a certain sleeping beauty, we’re already behind schedule.” I press my thumb on the intercom next to the nightstand and buzz the pilot cabin. “You can land the plane now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re here already? Don’t tell me we’ve been circling around in the air because—Maksim!”

“You were sleeping so soundly. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

She melts, melts, into the bed, her eyes softening. My cock immediately swells. Damn it.

“You’re so sweet to me.” She shifts closer and drops a soft kiss on my collarbone. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Solnyshko,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her. It’s not long before the plane touches down. After we roll to a stop, I get up and start undoing my tie.

She looks up at me, confused. “What?”

“I’m going to need to blindfold you.”

Her confusion deepens. “You’re still not going to tell me where we’re going? Even after we’ve landed?”

“A surprise is a surprise, love. No half measures.”

“As if you’d ever do anything in half measures,” she grumbles, giving me her back. I drape the tie over her eyes and carefully knot it behind her head.

When I'm done, I wave my hand in front of her face, just to make sure. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“How am I supposed to know? I can’t see shit through this fucking tweed tie of yours.”

I chuckle at her disgruntlement. “Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”