𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 - 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 ✓

40.

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Stanislav would head home early the second week of me staying at his house, a Friday night, the day after he bought me the dress. He would stand behind me in the mirror once more, slipping the glittering, red dress over the angles and curves of my physique. He would be just as mysterious over his job as he was before. 

Dragging and painting my lips the same red colour as the skin-hugging gown, he would dress my neck in a jewelled, high necklace. He would decorate and coat me in sparkles and diamonds, kneeling before me as he slips one heel after another over my feet, running his fingers gently over my ankles. slipping the clasps of the matching, glittering red heels on, he doesn't hesitate to give me those eyes.

Those.

Eyes.

The intense, fixated gaze he indulges in through his attraction. His hands guide over the ankle of my leg as I sit on my bed, leaning and gently pressing his lips against my leg. My gaze flutters and my cheeks redden, his eyes refusing to drift from mine. His lips coat my leg and run up my calf, his soft fingers run up the calf of my leg, moving up to my knee, before I shift my leg away. 

"No, No..." I shift, shuffling to the side and lifting myself from the bed. He lets out a soft, low chuckle before lifting himself up and towering over me. "One day..." He mumbles to himself through his dark smile. He's dressed in loose, dark red button up, black fitted slacks, and black, glossy loafers. This must be a truly important event, which makes this all the more mysterious. It sends anxiety through my veins, confusion and slight excitement. 

"Come, get your things," He orders, and I swiftly collect my purse, placing my phone and lipstick inside, my perfume and anything needed. His hair is also slick back quite neatly, showing off his angular, handsome complexion I could never get enough of. 

He guides me by my hand downstairs, switching off the lights as he opens the front door, letting me out and locking it behind him. The cool air soothes my nerves, his scent warming my chest as he helps me into the passenger side of his jet-black car, tucking the material of my dress inside before slamming the door closed.

He enters by the driver's side, his scent completely enveloping the atmosphere within the sleek interior. His gaze moves to me as he slams his door shut, parting his lips to speak. 

"Listen to me and listen well, okay."

He states quite sternly, and I nod shortly and slowly. Whenever his tone shifts in such a way, it genuinely worries me. I don't know what he could possibly say, or whether it would be positive or negative. My eyes follow him as he speaks, listening to every word he says. 

"When we get to my work, you stay with me and with me only. You do not speak to anyone else; you do not leave or wander off without me. I will speak for you, and you will not touch anything unless I say so. Do you understand?"

He is completely serious within every word, and the way he speaks only makes me more and more nervous as to what type of work he actually does. I shortly nod, but he's unconvinced. "Do you understand?" He questions with much more seriousness, referring to me to speak. 

"I understand." 

"Good."

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The drive lasts barely 20 minutes, driving across the streets of New York with the moonlight beginning to peek through the soft clouds coating the sky. The billboards, glowing lights and street music light up the city, and as he parks the car, he exits and guides me out from the passenger door. 

I step outside and take a gaze up at the massive, intimidating building before me. It glows with modern luxury, the outside buildings lights glowing and the entrance just as lavish. "What is this place...?" I ask softly, a little shocked by the sight of a building like this. It's not as terrifying as I thought it would be, definitely different then my original thought. Even so, he would stay silent, taking my hand and guiding me inside shortly. 

As we enter the front rotating glass doors, we pass through the entryway, artworks and expensive chandeliers lining the roof of the building. We enter another large, glass doorway, up red carpeted stairs and into a grand sight of circular tables, booths, gambling tables and slot machines of all sorts. I gaze around the sight, rich looking figures making their way across the large, populated hall. I take a second to process the sight, I can only imagine the amount of money this place is worth. 

Suited men, expensively gowned woman, and everyone in between fill the building. "What is this place...?" I ask softly, I can just feel the money from these people radiating off of them. "This is one of the biggest private clubhouses in the city." Stanislav explains shortly, my eyes moving from the area to him with pure shock. 

"Are you serious...!?" I glance around, watching him nod softly. "Do you remember the rules, nurse?" He questions, and I nod. He takes me by my hand, holding it tight and forcefully close to his body as he begins to guide me through the crowds, the bustling chatter and soft music playing with the mixed scents and smells. 

Alcohol, expensive perfumes and colognes fill the air, laughter and chatter, it's all quite overwhelming. Even so, I listen to Stanislav by his every word, keeping close to him, with my body basically glued to his. I watch as groups of expensive looking people crowd towards Stanislav and speak to him, waving hello, woman giggling and whispering to each other over his presence, just genuine honour to be around him. 

He clasps me by my waist, hugging it tight against his side as he guides me through the crowds. He approaches a bar, quite elegant with its dark wood and gold engravings through each curve and trim, with people bustled by it and multiple bartenders working at once. 

"Would you like anything?" Stanislav's lips whisper against my ear, and I hum in thought. "I'll have whatever you want," I assure with a nod and soft smile, Stanislav nodding and calling to the bartender. I listen as he switches language with ease, calling and speaking to the bartender in Russian before turning back to me and naturally switching back to English. "Are you hungry?" He questions, and I shake my head since I ate before I left. 

"No, thank you," I assure. He nods once more, and he guides me to the bar, and I watch him flick his hand to the guests sitting in the seats. They scurry off almost immediately, and he leads me and lets me sit down. The black leather chairs are padded quite softly, with back rests and smooth rotation. Stanislav takes the two glasses past by the bartender, placing one in front of me and sipping the other one in his grasp. 

I take a sip from the glass as Stanislav slips behind the bar with natural authority, leaning over and speaking to me and the other guests around me. I listen to his casual chatter with the guests around me, seeming to be quite sociable and charming with the guests within the private club. 

"So, is this your lover? wife?" I hear a guest question, and I glance curiously from the guest, back to Stanislav. It worries me, If I can't ask certain questions like that to him, why can they? But I listen to Stanislav, I don't say a word. 

I watch as Stanislav takes a sip from his glass, placing it down behind the bar as he's leaned over, chuckling softly with this public, charming smile. "Wife? No, no... but the thought is quite appealing," Stanislav laughs and smiles, his icy eyes grazing from the male guest, back to me in an intense, taunting smirk. 

My stomach twists and my body shivers.

He really knows how to get to my core, shake it and swirl it into whatever he wants it to feel. Thats what compels me, traps me in his aura. Because no other man can make me feel such a way. 

I listen to his further conversations, my head glancing around and taking a moment to see the faces of these rich people. It's so interesting to see the life these people live, what they do in their free time and how they communicate with each other. 

As I gaze around, I meet eyes with the man that sits next to me for a moment, lasting only a second. but a very painful, intense second. 

My eyes shoot large and wide, my stomach turning as it tries to bring up any contents within it. 

Ryle. 

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