Zephyr's Promise

23

I want everyone out my fucking house right now. Everyone except for Nile of course. The woman is driving me absolutely insane just by doing nothing except sitting in her seat at the table. After kissing her I should've been more prepared. Underestimating how addicting she would be after a kiss was a natural mistake. I should've known sampling her pussy would have sent me haywire. Leaving me reckless enough to make decisions I know I shouldn't. Such as kicking everyone out just so I can make her scream in each and every room.

"Papa, these are our house guests. Ira and Nile." Axel introduces the women at the table. My mouth stays pressed into a thin line with nothing to be said. What could I? Nile still seems to be speculative about our relationship, not that I blame her. Both of us need time to adjust to the parameters of our relationship. As much as I respect Neil he is here at the worst time possible.

As promised after Nile's nap, lunch was ready. Mostly because I told Melvina if she didn't have the food prepared and warm for when she wakes up I would dump her in the Chicago River.

While she slept I took the liberty of cleaning her up. With a warm towel I wiped between her legs, got her a fresh set of my clothes, and rubbed soothing patterns over the curve of her hips and thighs. It took every bit of resistance that I had not to do what I really wanted with her. Like the precious gift she is, I am going to take my time with her. That's what I wish I was doing now instead of sitting at this table.

Neil addresses the women with an even-tempered smile. Neither is he bothered or excited about their presence. Ira engages him with a beauty queen worthy smile. Nile sheepishly acknowledges him with a nod. A slight bit of annoyance slices me when he only nods back at her.

"Melvina." Neil calls for her and she comes running. Neil's eyes land on my frame when she walks inside the dining room. "The tea was delicious, I wanted to express my gratitude." I grip the cup in my hand tighter than what I intended. Out of everyone I hadn't taken Neil to be the one to play matchmaker.

"Thank you Mr.Belyaev." With rosy cheeks she quickly bows her head in thanks and gratitude. It is a traditional way that many say thank you to those of a certain rank.

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Any worthy Russian man will appreciate good tea." Her rosy cheeks turn crimson. What bothers me is the hope that his words surely evoke in her mind. "I'm sure Atlas would agree." Longing sets in her eyes, she bats her lashes in a pleading manner.

What the hell is he thinking?

From the corner of my eye I see Nile squirming in her seat. She looks down at the table and I yearn to hold her hand. Lend all of my affection to her.

Instead of doing what I want I glare at the nuisance staring back at me. "Melvina, we'll die without food." After thanking Neil one last time she scurries into the kitchen. After this trip I am firing her if not nothing more than offending Nile. The lack of self-respect she holds for herself aids in my decision as well. Finding me in bed with Nile still means nothing to her if she can have me.

"She'll make a good wife." Out of all the times he has refused to speak in english this would be the moment he takes the opportunity. "She's a nice girl. Nice family. Your mother taught you better than to be rude, Atlas."

"She is my employee Neil." His lips press together showcasing his displeasure. That makes two of us. "Nothing else." Hopefully Nile gets the message from my words, she is the only one I want. The only one worth having.

"There could be more." Neil insists. Maybe her parents have talked to Neil about convincing me to be with her. Either way that won't ever happen, even if by some small chance Nile and I weren't together. Never was it going to be her.