And The Heart Grows Fonder

And The Heart Grows Fonder Part 11

CHAPTER 10

Viktor laid Audrianna onto the bed with reverence, as though she was a glass statue and given the slightest misstep, she would break. Then he eased off the bed and removed his shoes, jacket and waistcoat, while his mind raced at the rate of a speeding bullet.

Nikolai had wanted to stay by Audrianna's side, but Viktor had urged him to go back to the penthouse with the promise that he would give him details on Audrianna as soon as she woke up. He told the boy that nothing was wrong with her and she had just passed out because of exhaustion. And warned him not to harass his brother and sister about the mess they had made in his room. That had sent him running up the stairs.

Viktor then used his portal summoning technique to visit an estate he and Audrianna had bought when they first married. They were in North Carolina, in a quaint, two story, blue Victorian manor home that had set him back nearly nine million dollars. Not set him back exactly, he was, after all, a trillionaire. Audrianna had fallen in love with it, and that was all that had mattered. Really. And it had only cost that much because it was marked up by five million dollars because the family living in it at the time was stone cold set not to sell it. Been in their family for nearly six generations and all that, blah-blah-blah. The extra five million had sent all that humbug flying out the window. Viktor Maxckmillian got what he wanted, when he wanted. Duh.

He glanced around the room now with a frown that had naught to do with the sweet, mahogany, flowery furnishings and lovely smurf-blue walls, but from events of not more than ten minutes ago. His prostrated wife passed out in Arie's living quarters. Small woman? Viktor's breathing became intenseat the thought of another man relating any view of his wife. His teeth grated. The nerve.

He made his way back to Audrianna and knelt on the king size bed. After a while staring at her, his nerves over what had recently vexed him began to quiet until he was simply gazing at her with an open heart. Then he began to undress her.

He reached around and unzipped the dress from behind. He then slipped the soft fold of the neckline down, slipping the dress' shoulders past her elbows and off her arms. The soft swell of her bosom, supported by a purple lacy bra, was now exposed to him.

Looking at her sleeping face, lids down and completely serene, for some reason the nick he had barred his aide from referring to her as came to mind. Choco. The name untethered from Mat's lips had irked him when he first heard it and he warned him on the spot not to call her that. Mat had stared at him, dumbstruck, and it had gotten a good strong laugh out of Audrianna. Hmm. He didn't think he would ever get used to other men being familiar with his wife. It was more than just a "mine" issue. She belonged to him and the intent ran deeper than words could ever explain.

He noted the tat in bright red colors. His name a cursive slant on her left breast. Viktor remembered when she had gotten it. Apparently the small gesture was profound in some way. It meant that she was his bitch. She was pretty pissed at him for a time after she had gotten it, though Viktor had never asked her to. She said it was a rite of passage. The thought of having his name on her, though, always made him smile.

He continued to remove the soft dress by pulling it down her curves, past the gentle arc of her stomach, wide hips and thick thighs all the way off her smooth legs. Then he rolled the fabric up and tossed the garment aside without care.

He took the quiet time he had with her unconscious form to examine her other tattoos, of which Audrey preferred the bold, cursive kind. The words 'Baddest Bitch' was scrolled on the inside of her right thigh in black on a red washed background. On her right upper arm on the outside below the shoulder socket were the words 'Sexy Bitch.' The ball of her left shoulder bore a small black flag and the almost indiscernible word 'Anarchist' in a circle at the base of the pole the flag flew on. Sharing the same space inside the circle was another flag on a separate pole, the red, white and black Trinidad flag of her native country.