Page 15 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
He nods. "Write blue."
I sigh, adding the color and my sizes for the various clothing items. My eyes move over the paper, trying to see everything he wrote. I almost laugh when I see the word thong underlined twice. He's really adamant about dressing me up like his arm candy.
"Here you go," I say, handing him the sheet of paper once I'm finished. "Can I stand up now, or do you want me on my knees like this forever?"
He takes the paper from me, glancing down at it before meeting my eyes again. His are such a beautiful blue that I get lost in them for a moment. They're so deep and expressive, and the emotion that's swimming around in them is almost too much to handle.
"I don't mind keeping you down there," he says, a grin creeping onto his face.
I shake my head and rise to my feet. "You're insufferable."
"Yet you're the one who's suffering. Not me," he teases, heading to the door. "Come, let's get you to the house. Clearly, Maksim knows where my office is, so it's going to be safer to spend most of our time elsewhere."
10
Zane
Iknow enough about Monroe to know she’s not a threat. I didn’t think she was, but it pays to run background checks on people you’re not already familiar with. That’s what I was doing when she was in the bathroom.
As for Maksim’s sniper, I can’t say for sure that he doesn’t exist. I mean, he certainly could, and that’s good enough for me. As long as I can convince Monroe to come to my house and stay there for a while, I’m golden.
Sometimes, a little white lie is necessary in the grand scheme of things, even if my ultimate goal is to build trust. I can do that without words. Skin to skin. Body to body. That’s how trust is really built. It’s something you feel in your soul, not in the logical part of your brain.
Monroe is smart, but she still has the same emotions and feelings as anyone else. I know that because I saw how her eyes grew when I touched her arm. She responded to me, whether she wanted to or not. I felt her heartbeat pick up, her pulse quicken.
It was exhilarating.
I haven't felt something like that in years. The last time I was really interested in someone was... Well, it was a long time ago. And things didn't end well. I've learned that emotional attachment is the quickest road to misery, so I'm going to avoid it. I want her to feel something, but I must remain emotionless. Falling in love once before was a mistake.
I'm not letting that happen again. Monroe is going to be my plaything, and I'm going to use her to get the information she saw on the flash drive. It's the only option I have left, assuming she hasn't forgotten everything already. Stress can wipe out memories and make foggy replacements, but I won't know how well Monroe remembers things until she opens up.
I have time. About a month before things start to get crazy and Tema is going to start asking questions. As long as the money is good, he's not going to care how it happened, only that we both get paid what we deserve. That's the only important thing in all this.
My car pulls into the parking garage under my house, and the gate rolls closed behind us. This place is as secure as they come. There's a whole underground world beneath my house, which I can access through the basement. That's where the real fun is.
"This is where you live?" Monroe asks, her eyes widening as we take the elevator up to the ground floor. Her eyes widen even further as the doors open and we step out into the marble hallway.
"This is where we both live now," I say, taking her hand and walking with her down the hallway. "Let me show you around."
Her hand fits perfectly within mine, despite being so small. My fingers are long, wrapping around her hand like a bear trap. She's delicate, and her skin is soft and smooth, unblemished by any scars or callouses. I almost feel guilty for holding her hand, like I'm leading an innocent soul straight into hell.
"It's so big," she says, gazing around at the high ceilings and ornate chandeliers hanging above us. "How long have you lived here?"
"Only a few years," I reply. "My previous house wasn't quite as big, so I decided I needed a new place. Something more impressive, with a few more luxuries. What's money any good for if you don't spend it?"
"Or invest it," she adds with a knowing look in her eye.
I shrug. "It's a little difficult to make the right investment choices without enough information. Maybe you can help me out with that."
"Maybe once I'm comfortable here, I will," she replies, leaving it as open-ended as she can. I know she's willing to reveal what she knows, but it won't be so easy. She's used to being comfortable, and I've taken her away from that. It's only natural for her to be wary, to want to settle back in before she tells me anything of value.
I lead her through the kitchen, past the dining room, and toward the stairs.
"Is that a library?" she asks, her eyes lighting up. as we pass an arched doorway.
"It is. Would you like to see it?"
She nods. "Please."
