Stay With Me

15

Their lips don't leave one another as they sit on the couch, Mercedes straddling his waist as he grips her butt. Their tongues meet one another as moans leave their mouths. Alexei's hands slip underneath her jeans and tug on her underwear. Mercedes's hands tangle in his hair smiling against his lips.

Unaware that someone walks in before hearing the person clear their or throat. Mercedes immediately move away from her as Alexei looks up at Damien. Annoyed, Alexei glares at him.

"What?"

"Hi Damien, you look wonderful today," Mercedes says with a smile even though she was more than embarrassed.

"Thank you, may we have a little talk somewhere private?" Damien asks Alexei.

"I'm busy if you didn't notice."

"Oh that, yeah you two could use a five-minute separation. Come on." Damien says as he walks to the kitchen.

Alexei sighs loudly as he places a kiss on Mercedes's lips. "I'll be back." He tells her before getting up from the couch.

Alexei goes into the kitchen, practically stomping over toward him.

"Do I come to your house and interrupt you and your wife?" Alexei asks him in Russian before letting out a huff at the end.

"Not yet. But I didn't come here because it wasn't important." He assures him.

"What is it then?" Alexei asks crossing his arms over his chest.

"Your father asked Simeon if he saw a woman named Mercedes with you. He told him, no but that's when he told Simeon that he would be coming back to America shortly. And I just got word that he's just got in his jet this morning."

"Why is he coming here?"

"He thinks you're getting distracted, just keep Mercedes close by," Damien tells him before walking away.

Alexei groans loudly as he walks out to the living room. He stops and looks around when he doesn't see Mercedes. Before he can call out his name he hears her slightly groan catching his attention. She walks downstairs with her purse just a little bit annoyed.

"I forgot all about my gran's medicine, sorry I'm leaving so early," Mercedes says as she walks towards Alexei.

He cuffs her face and gives her a small smile. She raises her eyebrows in an arch and subtle lines form on her forehead. He didn't know if his father remembers her from the dinner but it seemed like he didn't. He just doesn't know if it's a bad thing or a good thing.

But the thought of him doing something to her made him angry. The thought could make him livid. He cleared his throat trying to push the thoughts away.

"Text me when you get home. You probably won't see much of me for several days, my father is going to be around." He tells her.

"Okay, and that means calling me every night."

"You're so clingy." He jokes as she smiles at him.

"I just don't want the other girls you're seeing to get all your attention." She says in between her chuckles as she reaches up to his wrists.

He leans down to her lips, pecking them. He already started to miss them.

"Go ahead and leave before I keep you here." He smiles as he removes his hands.

"Fine, I'll talk to you tonight. And you better do it Alexei or I'm going to kick your ass." She says to him before leaving the house.

Alexei turns around watching her wave goodbye to him. His smile drops suddenly when she's out of sight. Hearing the door open and then close he let out a loud sigh before he blacked out for a quick second. Anger ran through his veins.

In a blink, the vase on the table shatters as his hands ball into fists. In the back pocket of his jeans, he slides out his phone and calls Boris. In just one ring Boris answered.

"Ye-"

"Meet me at the airport tonight. My father's back."

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It was evident that Alexei's intolerance for his father only grew to something that can only be described as despise. The irritation in Alexei's eyes and body language as he watches his father walk to his son. Boris stood beside him, emotionless.

Boris was hired to watch over Alexei while he was in America by Alexei's father. Over a long time they stayed here, Alexei made it completely certain to Boris that he shall not report anything back to his father. Alexei is a grown man.

He didn't need a babysitter. He damn sure didn't need one to run back to his father. But he grew to be somewhat tolerant of Boris. He was there and loyal. It was apparent that Boris grew to care for Alexei but at the end of the day, it was business. Plus, it was obvious he respected Alexei's father much more than him.

When his father gets to Alexei, he chuckles softly, and a dark tone follows close behind him. He places his large palms on Alexei's shoulder. His touch causes his body to go stiff. The instinct of pushing him away or punching him was almost overwhelming. But he just balls his hands into large fists as he glared at his father.

"Why the angry face son? You should be excited I'm here." His father speaks Russian.

"Why are you here?" Alexei asks him in his native language.

His father sighed dropping his hands.

"I think you forgot your place son. I can do whatever I please-"

Alexei scoffed cutting him off. "Not on my fucking property. This is all mine, not yours. So like I asked, father. Why the fuck are you here?" Alexei asks him, using just the littlest control over his anger.

His father smirks. He wanted his father to so badly go back in the plane and never come back but he knew his father better than that. He wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

"That girl made you grow some balls. Mercedes right? She sounds familiar, can't wait to see her-"

"I don't know who that is." Alexei lies.

The amusement on his father's face leaves. The wind blows across the two. The tension was thicker than before. Before Alexei can realize what was happening, his father fists punch him across his face. Alexei's head turns as he stumbles back for a bit. His palm touches the side of his cheek before his eyes darken.

He storms over to his father but Boris stops him, pulling him back by his shirt collar.

"Get the fuck off of me." He orders Boris, dropping his hand from his face.

"Calm down," Boris tells him before letting him go.

His father crack his bruised knuckles. "I'm tired of everyone fucking lying to me like I'm stupid. Maybe I should go find her to jog your me-"

"Touch her and I'll rip your fucking head off." Alexei cut him off once more, his jaw clenched with the thought of his father doing anything to her.

"Oh, so you remember her now? Are you fucking stupid Alexei? You're a fucking moron! I didn't let you come here for you to get distracted by some whore that gets your dick hard!" His father shouts at him.

"Watch your fucking mouth speaking about her."

"You let my nephews lie to me, my men lie to me over a bitch? Is she worth the pain I'm going to inflict on you when we reach the house? Is she worth the bruises I'm going to put on your body for lying to me? Is she son?" He asks him in a dangerously calm tone.

Alexei looks down at the ground as he clenches his fists. He glances up at his father.

"It doesn't matter how many you put on my skin. I'm going to make sure that you never go six feet near her, she's mine. She's worth every fucking second."