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Chapter 88: Living It Up

Chapter 88: Living It Up

*Fedor’s POV*

Song grabbed me before I could get to my intentions, “Fedor, do not start what you cannot finish. You have work tomorrow.”

I gasped, “I am beginning to lose my effect on you. Oh my God!!! I am old goods now,” I covered myself comically as I jumped away from him, the shock on his face faded as he realized I was messing with him.

“Fedor, come back here.” He sighed.

“Why? Haven’t you rejected me enough?” I dramatically sobbed.

“This is my fault,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed me and pulled me back to him. “I could never have enough of this and that is the problem, I have seen you walk after and while I might find it amusing, I would rather kill myself than let anyone see you that way, and we both know nothing I can do will convince you to stay at home tomorrow.”

I turned my body away, “Look at you thinking about the future, I am so proud of the man that you are.” I responded drily. He pulled me back to him and my eyes widened as I felt his hardness, he whispered in my ears.

“This is way harder for me than it is for you.”

“I noticed. What kind of man has no restraints and control over his own body.”

He laughed at that and held me close, “Shut up and sleep Fedor.”

“Okay.” It was quiet for some minutes before I called his name, “Song, I love you. It does not matter if you become wealthy or not, I will choose you regardless so take it easy. Okay, that is a lie, it matters a great deal to me but it is not a deciding factor.”

“I know… I know. Rest easy, also don’t think hard about accepting Queen as your mother if you are not ready, take your time; we will be fine.”

“So confident.” I muttered.

“Yes, do whatever you want; there will be a way.” He assured me, I slept before I knew it.

The week went by quickly, I adapted to the new dynamic at work, Chief always picked me at closing hours and back to the warehouse; they had gone to various samples and there had been many splitting, we even had a minor accident and they were on F24 at this point; they always reserved the pleasure of trying their samples. I was astonished at their doggedness, I would have been frustrated and even given up by now but they seemed to be even more motivated, the warehouse looked more like a workshop now and over time, the crew had joined them, I tried, really tried to understand some of their process but not even Mr Charles technique worked. I had an appointment with Queen for the weekend, according to Kurt, there had been some changes in the family and for now the general dinner had been cancelled. I noticed his budding friendship with my new friend Taylor, they had a hate love relationship of some kind but Taylor even though she had been quite outspoken by how flammable Kurt was, her words not mine, he needed a reality check and Kurt thought she was too brazen for a human being. Watching them interact had become one of my favorite pastimes, Kurt and Song could not stand each other and maintained a polite interaction whenever they met which was twice in a week.