Illegally His!!??

XXXIV

Lucian's POV:

As dawn broke over the mansion, I washed my face and quickly adjusted my clothes, then hurried to Xavier's room, intent on informing him about the escalating troubles in India.

However, upon reaching his room, I found it pristine, almost as if no one had been there all night. Puzzled, I wondered where he might be so early in the morning. On my way to check his study, I noticed a group of maids nervously huddled outside Meera's room, whispering amongst themselves.

What now? I thought, irritation was building.

"Why are you all gathered here? Don't you have work to do?" I barked, my voice cold and sharp.

Startled, the maids jumped and turned to face me, bowing deeply. One of them, braver than the rest, stepped forward and replied in a hushed tone, "We're sorry, sir, but... we can't enter ma'am's room right now."

"And why is that?" I demanded, pushing open the door myself.

The sight inside froze me in place. Xavier and Meera lay peacefully entwined, as if they were pieces of a puzzle finally made whole. In all the time I'd known Xavier, I'd never seen him sleep so calmly, not since the death of his parents. Meera was his sanctuary, his solace.

The maids behind me giggled nervously and averted their eyes, sensing the gravity of the moment. I slowly pulled the door closed.

"Back to work, all of you. Now," I whispered in a low, dangerous tone that sent them scattering.

I should look into these issues in India before bringing them up with Xavier. He seems really happy right now, and I don't want to dampen his mood.

As I turned to head to my room, I couldn't help but think with a wry smile.

Lucky asshole.

Xavier's POV:

As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, my relationship with Meera is flourishing. We're taking things slow, and honestly, I'm perfectly fine with it—her comfort is my top priority.

On the business front, everything is going well. I've been sealing great deals and making good profits, and all aspects are running smoothly.

Life feels pretty perfect right now.

Today, I decided to take Meera out for dinner. Since she arrived, we haven't had a proper date, so I thought a night out at one of my favorite Russian restaurants would be perfect.

After finishing my work in the study, I asked the maids to help arrange a stunning dress for Meera.

Once I wrapped up my tasks, I headed back to my room, took a relaxing bath, and slipped into my finest white tailored suit with a dark blue tie before making my way to Meera's bedroom.

As I swung the door open, I saw Meera sitting in front of her dressing mirror, applying makeup and adding the finishing touches to her hairstyle.

She looked absolutely stunning in that white dress. It gracefully hugged her curves, highlighting her figure perfectly. The embroidered net adorned her neckline, and the delicate backlace thread was tied into a charming bow. 

Shit, she looked like a fucking goddess.

With a smile, I entered her room and leaned down to whisper, "You look stunning, darling."

I quietly took out a sparkling diamond pendant and fastened it around her neck, grinning as I said, "Now you look even better."

I could see her blush as she whispered, "Thank you."

Taking her hand, I gently led Meera downstairs toward the exit where Marco was waiting in front of the limousine.

As we arrived, Marco bowed deeply and spoke in a low, polite tone, "Добрый вечер, сэр и мэм. Вы оба прекрасно выглядите вместе." (transl. "Good evening, sir and ma'am. You both look great together.") opening the doors for us.

Smiling, I nodded and replied, "Спасибо, Марко. Пожалуйста, отвезите нас на Царский праздник." (transl. "Thank you, Marco. Please drive us to Tsar's Feast." ) I helped Meera inside the limousine first, then settled beside her. As Marco gently closed the doors, he hurried to the driver's seat and started the engine, navigating the bustling night roads of Moscow.

When we arrived, Marco opened the door, and I helped Meera out of the car. We made our way to the restaurant, and as we entered, the manager bowed deeply, greeting us, "Приветствую господин Волков. Для меня большая честь видеть вас здесь." (transl. "Greetings, Mr. Volkov. It's an honor to have you here.")

As Meera looked around, admiring the decorations, I noticed her brow furrowing in confusion. She leaned closer, pulling me down to her level, and whispered, "Why isn't anyone here?"

Laughing at her innocent question, I replied, "Because I booked this entire restaurant for us this evening."

Taken aback by my response, she nodded quietly as the manager guided us to our seats and presented the menu.

"Чего бы вы хотели, сэр и мэм?" (transl. "What would you like to have, sir and ma'am?") he asked, calling over a waiter to take our order.

As I perused the menu, I ordered all of my favorites along with one of their finest vintage wines. I noticed Meera sitting across from me, her eyes darting around, trying to capture every detail of the setting.

Once the manager and waiter left, I took her hands in mine and smiled. We talked about a range of topics—her, myself, her life back in India, and more.

Conversing with her always brought me joy.

Soon, the food was served. As we continued chatting while we ate, I felt like the happiest man alive.

After finishing our meal, we made our way back to the limousine and then returned to the mansion.

Once we reached her room, she smiled, rubbing her belly. "The food was so delicious. I'm so full, Xavier."

Laughing, I sat beside her and whispered, "I'm glad you liked it, princess."

Suddenly, she looked into my eyes, leaned in, and gently pressed her lips against mine.

My heart stopped for a moment. Did she really just do that?

Her lips tasted sweet, with a hint of the wine we'd just enjoyed.

Pulling her closer, I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her back softly. After a few moments, we finally broke the kiss, resting our foreheads together as I closed my eyes.

Then she whispered, "I—I want you, Xavier."

Shocked by her words, I looked at her, whispering, "Are you sure, princess?"

Slowly, she nodded and whispered back, "Yes, I am."

She finally said it. She wants me.