Russian Beauty

Chapter 7 : Finally I Rember.

You awoke to the distant smell of breakfast being made. As you started to sit up you looked to see a spot void of Lev although still smelling of his scent, how could this man even smell good. With every inhale the smell of sweet smelling breakfast mixed with his... pine-ish scent if you had to describe it.

After a quick scan of the room you see your old clothes neatly folded under a new outfit hanging from the wall. You pushed yourself up from the bed and trudged along the room towards it. A ever how brief inspection of the clothes told you everything you needed to know, he would spoil his partners.

The clothes were definitely not his guessing from he style and size but why be noisy now? You took another look around the room before quickly slipping on the clothes, afraid he'd walk in on you suddenly, this was his house after all.

After you were all dressed in your new clothes you peaked out of the room before following the smell to the kitchen. Lev must not of heard you turn into the kitchen by the fact that he was basically sing in the kitchen, playing on his phone.

You broke him from his thoughts, causing his head to snap up to look at you.
"Hey... whats the smell."

He greeted you with a smile and gently placing his phone on the counter. His eyes quickly trailed down the new clothes you were wearing before responding.
"Strawbeerry crepes. I hope you like. I can get you better fitting clothes later."

He grabbed a nicely decorated plate from the counter before approaching you and offering it to you. You looked at the plate blankly for a moment, processing what was in front of you.

He laughed and plucked a strawberry from the plate before popping it into his mouth.
"I didn't cook it if you were wondering. I got a private cook after all."

You laughed and rolled your eyes before taking the plate from him and going to take a seat. He followed you down to the small table a couple feet away. He must of ate while he waited for you earlier cause he didn't seem to have any food himself.
"Of course the rich boy has a private cook."

"Rich boy..."
His tone was almost questioning and shocked. Did he not know how privileged he was? "Okay yeah but like... I'm more then that..."

Was he seriously offended by that? You raised an eyebrow at him before rolling your eyes, annoyed at him which only made him whine more.

This was not the same man as last night. He was the definition of sub in the streets and dom in the sheets.

Out of no where a though something came to your mind, causing you to perk up a bit! The photoshoot you were gonna ask about last night! He obviously noticed the change in you but you tired to remain cool. You stabbed a strawberry with your fork, avoiding looking at him
"Do you have any photshoots coming up?"

He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow at you almost quizzically.
"That's out of no where... but yeah this so called Rich Boy works for his own money."

He responded with a smirk and rested his chin upon his palm. You galred into his soul for a moment as you shoved food into your mouth. The room was completely quiet as you two glared at you however you were the first to look away down to your plate.
"Just wondering... you do shoots with other people."

He responded with a small laugh and looked away.
God was he pretty...
Your cheecks warmed at the thought and quickly looked down to your plate.
Of course he's pretty he's a model.

Suddenly his arm reached across the table and thumb gently pressed against the corner of your lip cause you to look up in its direction. A smirk was across Levs face, he knew exactly what he was doing... or not... that was also possible knowing him. Your glare and blush both intensified as he pulled his arm back.
"You had some cream in the corner of your mouth... but to answer your question yes I do, wanna do some?"

You quickly stood from your seat and went to put your half finished plate down at the sink. The tables were being  turned on you and you didn't like it. His eyes followed you across the room but he was although was quiet.

"I left the paper at home but one of the modeling opportunities the agency offered me was with you. And I was wondering if that was weird."
You approached behind his seat and he turned in his seat to watch you approaching. With a small giggle you gently pressed your finger against his nose.
"I like being taller then you..."

He laughed and pulled away from you slightly before standing in front of you. Your eyes never left his as you looked up at him slightly.
"Sweetheart... I'd love to do a shoot with you."

"Good now drive me home."
You quickly turned away from him and went to grab your things, leaving him a bit stunned. He was getting too used to a blushing you that he'd forgotten the sass you came with.

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A/n
I'm back and depressed!