The Bratva's Forbidden pregnancy

Seven

Sienna
Our conversation still lingered on the fringes of my mind, even though it had happened yesterday. I couldn't believe it when I'd seen him there, standing in front of that painting.

I had almost retreated when our eyes locked; the connection that sparked between us was like electricity, and I was shocked by it. Being in his presence made my knees quake and my throat dry, but I loved the feeling—that sense of vulnerability I had around him.

Even now, his aura still clung to me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

I was at the table, having lunch with my parents, but my mind was reliving the beautiful encounter at the art gallery.

Fiona had done me a solid by inviting me to the gallery opening. Part of the reason this excited me so much was that our meeting wasn't planned.

Hell, he was the last person I would've thought I'd run into yesterday.

This was all the work of the universe—fate, destiny, whatever term best fit the scenario. But I was grateful that we'd run into each other.

I couldn't understand why my parents didn't want him around, especially Mom. Vlad was a pretty interesting man. He was cold and probably as ruthless as they claimed, but he was also a wonderful person.

He and I were so different, but that's what made this bond more special. We were nothing alike, yet I was drawn to him as much as he was drawn to me. Or at least, I hoped so.

Those five minutes I'd spent talking with him had been on repeat in my mind since I left him yesterday. And now, I was wondering if he was affected by me, just as I was deeply affected by him.

"You alright, honey?" Dad asked, directing his question to me.

"Huh?" I responded, confused.

Mom was busy digging into her salad, her fork clanking against the plate.

"Are you alright?" he repeated.

"Yes," I replied, trying to get a hold of myself.

"You've barely touched your food," Mom said.

"What?" I hadn't quite caught what she said; it was as if my hearing had suddenly failed or something.

"You seem distracted," Dad said, munching on his vegetables.

"I'm not. I'm just...." I exhaled slowly. "It's nothing anyway." I picked up my fork and began eating the lobster on my plate.

Mom and Dad exchanged glances and returned to eating in silence, leaving me to my thoughts.

Fiona freaked out when I told her all about Vlad.

"Hold on," she said, sitting on the bed in my room. "Let's see if I get this straight."

I was standing by my table, chewing on my fingernails, watching her eyes widen like a camera lens zooming in.

"So, you're saying that the hot man from the gallery opening is your father's best friend...." Her brows were raised as she fixed her gaze on me.

I nodded.

"And now, you're attracted to this man...your father's best friend," she added as though she was still processing it and needed my response for confirmation.

Shh. Keep your voice down!" I exclaimed softly.

"Okay, sorry," she said, throwing her hands in the air. "It's just...." Fiona burst out laughing.

"What? What's so funny?" My mouth dropped open like a trapdoor falling.

"I'm sorry, but this sounds like some Pornhub shit," she replied amidst chuckles.