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I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Damian walks into my office. He looks at me with concern, but I don’t take notice of it, and take a gulp of my vodka. Dmitri and Al are right behind him.
I sigh. Great.
“Don’t look at us like that, boy, we’re worried about you.” I roll my eyes, and Dimitri scowls. “I may not be your blood father but you’re still my son, so show me some fucking respect.” I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I look at Damian and have to look away, his eyes full of pain for me.
Al sighs. “I’ve got to go to the club, why don’t you come with me, get out the office for a bit.”
Damian and Dimitri look like they’re about to disagree but I quickly stand up, not wanting to have an intervention. I walk past them without saying a word, grabbing my vodka bottle on the way. I hear them sigh but I don’t stop, fucking grateful for Al helping me out.
Al and I head to the club and when we get there, he stops me from getting out and I growl at his smirk.
“I know how you feel. I love Phoebe more than life itself, and if she dies, brother, I’m going with her.” I twist my head in his direction in shock and he smiles sadly. “There is no life without her. I need her to breathe. Yes, you fucked up, we Volkov’s like to fuck up. Go big or go home. You’re a Volkov. You need to fucking get back up again, Serg. You’ve fallen, and Phoebe will kick your fucking ass when she wakes, and she sees the mess you’ve made with Avery. And Phoebewillwake up. Get your girl back, brother.” He gets out and I sigh, following him; like fuck I’d let him kill himself. And like fuck would Avery want to talk to me.
Alexandr goes to his office to get the paperwork he’ll do it at the hospital, and I go to the bar and start drinking more heavily.
He comes back out with a teary-eyed Mindy, making me smirk, he smacks my back and says, “I’m leaving, get one of the men to take you home and sober up, then go get your girl back.”
I nod but don’t plan to do it. I continue drinking. At some point, not sure when, but Mindy joins me. We’re both shit faced and laughing. We both take another shot, and she slowly drags her nails up my bare arms, and I smirk. Her tits are basically falling out of her top, and my dick perks up, not having seen any action in three weeks. I decide to say fuck it, I’m single now anyway, well at least I think I am, my brain too foggy to even think that thought through. But my dick’s hard and I listen to him. I grab her hand and drag her to my office out the back, before I pull her inside and shut the door.
I slam her against it, shoving my tongue down her throat, she moans and grabs a hold of my hard dick in my pants. I break the kiss. I shove her over the sofa, her ass in the air, and lift her mini skirt. Her lacy, pink thong is soaked, and I groan. I tear them from her and grab a condom from my desk drawer, before I sheath myself. I shove my fingers in her cunt and thrust them hard and deep, causing her to groan out in pleasure. I then rub my fingers over her ass, using her juices to lube her up. I may be shit faced but I’m not stupid.
I shove my cock hard into her ass and I moan out in pleasure, before I grab a hold of her hair, yanking it back as she moans.
“Sergi!”
I feel her cunt and ass tighten around me, and I fuck her hard and fast. She comes screaming my name, her juices run down my fingers, and I shove them into her mouth and she sucks them, making me come hard. I breath heavily as I pull out of her. I pull the condom off, and head to my bathroom. I empty the condom down the toilet, then I flush it, then rinse it under the water, and throw it in my trash. When I leave the bathroom she’s sitting on my desk with a smirk.
“You need to leave now, Mindy, I have work to do.” She pouts but nods, she walks over to me and kisses me hard on the lips, my cock takes notice again, but she pulls away, waving, and leaving me on my own. I drown myself in booze again, then pass out on the sofa that stinks of our sex.
The next morning, I wake up with a major hangover, and I pop two pain killers in my mouth. I use the whiskey bottle to swallow them. I look up from my desk where I’ve just sat my ass down and see Mindy’s underwear on the floor. Shit hits me like a ton of bricks.
What the fuck did I do?
My heart races and I feel sick. I grab my phone, needing to call Damian, when I see several missed calls and a message from Avery. My heart sinks as I read her words.
No! Fuck! No, no, no.
My Girl: I hope she was worth it.
I press her number and try calling her, but it instantly gets the dreaded disconnection sound.
She’s blocked me.
I drop my phone on my desk and grip my hair with both hands.
No, please, no.
Tears fills my eyes as Al walks in, shocked to see me.
“Did you sleep here?” He looks around as he asks, then notices the thong, and his gaze sharpens when they look at me.
He sees the tears in my eyes. “What the fuck did you do, Sergi?”
The tears fall, the pain in my chest intensifying.
Al shakes his head, mumbling, “Fucking shit. We need Damian.” He looks at me again. “We need to make sure Avery doesn’t find out about this. Volkov’s fucking suck when it comes to fidelity, and don’t say you are broken up, because we both know you aren’t, she just needs fucking time.”
I chuck him my phone and I drop my head, gripping my hair again.
