Chapter 2 - Cheese Strings

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Vladimir

Immediately after my plan I jump on my 1 billion money private jet. As I walk in I can’t help but smile at the thought of running my hand through my baby Boris puppies fake but adorable cheese string hair.

I’m pretty much bald so I’m a bit jealous if his luscious locks 🥺👉👈

I can’t wait to have my baby in my arms, just the thought is turning me on. I need to be careful or someone might notice my third leg.

Just then, the pilot of my plane was in front of me. ‘V-Vladimir is that what I-I uwu think it is uwu,’ he stutters. 

I smack my meat schlong back down and glare at him. ‘Go and fly the plane you stupid uwu baka I want my baby and he isn’t going to kidnap himself!”

He runs and I realise. 

Maybe my cutie patootie cupcake burtterfly is uncomfortable with my dirty thoughts. I just can’t help it he is such a sexy kitten. 

I feel the depression cumming back. I need my baby doll now. But what if he hates me 😭😭🥺😢

I would never recover.
By now I realise I am almost in britain. I’m so close now. I can practically feel the ground under my  feet. 

Then I notice. My plane is on fire! I kick the door open with my strong muscles. I have a black belt in karate.

I jump out and suddenly feel something soft under my 20 pack of abs.

It’s- it’s my baby I landed on him 😍🥺😏

His face is even more beautiful in person so I can’t control my self I peck him on the lips.

Then I realise-

He isn’t breathing 😱 I crushed my smoochie pie 😭

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