Fearless

Chapter Eight

Viktor walked me into what looked like a doctors surgery within the mansion. "We have a lot of live-in staff so it makes sense to have doctors which live in too," he explained as we walked in, "we have buildings outside around the grounds as well like a staff quarters and even a nursery for the staff with young children." My ears pricked up like a puppy's when I heard a nursery. "With this fitted in you're allowed to venture in the grounds as well," he smiled.

There were a few stares and whispers from staff as I walked in which quickly turned in to bows and curtsy's when they saw Viktor behind me. He walked off and went into a room leaving me stood awkwardly in what looked like the reception. A tall man walked over to me after what looked like some egging on by his mates and began talking gibberish. "Errr... I'm sorry I don't speak Russian..." I tried to say as clearly as possible. He began talking in Russian again and once again I replied, "look seriously... I have no idea what you are trying to tell me!"

He huffed and looked like he was about to start shouting at me. I turned around to see Viktor walk out of the room. "Viktor could you please help me out here?" I begged. Everyone seemed to gasp that I had called him by his first name and he listened to me. He began talking to the man, who seemed turn as white as a sheet. He then took my hand and spoke aloud to all of the people in the room. All I could make out was when he said my name and then continued to make no sense. He then walked me off into the room he was in a moment ago and closed the door behind you.

"What did he want?" I asked unaware. "Annabelle he was hitting on you..." he laughed. "WHAT?!" I shouted. Seriously... I've never peaked anyone's interest before and I get kidnapped and people are suddenly interested in me! Then again that medicine thing Viktor gave me did make me a lot thinner... "what did you say?" I questioned wary that the man had gone pale in shock after talking to him.

"I said if he tried that again he'd be shot in the head... and then I introduced you to everyone as my woman!" He proudly boasted. "Shot... you threatened him!.. and wait YOUR woman?" I babbled on. He put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "you ARE my woman and no one shall touch or flirt with you other than me... anyone who dares to will be killed, UNDERSTAND." He turned from that sweet guy into the Mafia Boss I forget him to be. "Understood," I pouted.

He lied me down on the raised bed thing you see in the doctors surgeries then pulled up my dress and the doctor came over with some equipment. "Hello Annabelle, I'm Dr Sokolov... this won't take long but, let me ask you first how do you react to anaesthetic?" He introduced himself. "It stings and I usually need a tiny bit more than usual otherwise it will still hurt," I replied, my eyes on the needle. He nodded and continued saying , "sharp scratch!" Without giving me time to close my eyes he'd jabbed the needle in my lower stomach area. I closed my eyes and winced in the pain. Sharp scratch my arse, it always flipping hurts!

He pulled out the surgical knife out of its packaging making me tense up even more. "Annabelle just relax and look at me," Viktor said. I did as I was told, not wanting to watch being chopped up. I felt a strange tingling sensation for a few moments until the doctor finally said, "all done!" I took a big sigh of relief that it was all over. I looked down the see the cut was only 3 cm long and I couldn't see a circular thing sticking out of me, it was actually very discreet. Then the doctor put a big plaster over it. Viktor got out his phone and showed me. It was a map of the ground floor and it seemed to zoom in all the way to where the little dot was flashing, the room that the dot said I was in had 'Dr Sokolov' written in it. Must be working then.

My tummy felt strange as Viktor sat me up, pulling my dress back down. The doctor gave me a small bag full of items. "There is some painkillers in there, a months supply of the progesterone only pill and some sleeping tablets for if you struggle to get to sleep from it being uncomfortable," he said sweetly, "oh and Viktor has told me about the previous medication you were on, if you are struggling come and see me and I can put you on some on a small dosage for a few months to help you get by!"

He opened the door for us and waved goodbye. The entirety of the staff in the surgery proceeded to get up and bow or curtsy once again but this time at me. I blushed in embarrassment. Viktor just took me by the waist and walked me out. "Rest to day, adventure tomorrow!" He said whilst walking me back to the office. He was right, I did feel a bit icky with the anaesthetic, it's never completely agreed with me. My veins feel like their on fire and it makes me feel like I want to throw up but I usually push through it.

Ivan caught up with us at the door to the office with a tray with coffee on it and some paper. A guard opened the door for us and Viktor walked me over to my new desk. As I sat down Ivan placed a cup of coffee on my desk and the paper which I could now see was a menu with options. I read through the menu as did Viktor who stood behind me. It was a three course meal and there were three choices per meal. The all of the food sounded delicious but between us we opted with Valdarno Chicken with Smoked Potatoes and Truffles (he explained it was in a sauce and was one of his favourites... I had no idea what it was), Sea bass with something or other for the main course (he decided on that after I burst out laughing and told him about my goldfish) and finally Creme Brûlée for desert (I got really excited when I saw that as it's one of my favourite desserts).

Ivan wrote down our decision and took the menu away leaving us to our coffees. Viktor kissed me before going back to his own desk and opening his laptop. I decided to take the time to check out my own. It was already on, just in sleep mode so I began using it to see a document opened up on my screen. It had a list on it...

9am - 10am * Breakfast
10am - 11am * Russian
11am - 12pm *  Etiquette
12pm - 13pm * Work
13pm - 14pm * Lunch
14pm - 15pm * Nap
15pm - 16pm * Sex Education
16pm - 17pm * Work
17pm - 18pm * Work

*Timetable applies for Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays

"What day is it?" I asked Viktor, looking up from my screen. He smiled and replied, "Wednesday... on the days that the timetable doesn't apply for you'll be working with me. I've got some things I need your help with." He came over picked up my iPad and started showing me some pictures. "This is the current Nursery/ play group we have for the children," he continued whilst flicking through the pictures, "as you can tell it needs an update, so I'm having it demolished and a new one built however, I've been putting it off since I have no idea about... Early Years."

I smiled. "You used the correct term!" I beamed. So many people get that wrong. "That's why it caught my attention when you said you worked in a nursery and as a teaching assistant... I'm guessing that means you have Early Years Qualifications?" He asked. I nodded and said "Level 3, and my time in the school was with the reception children who were still classed as Early Years." He seemed really excited. "I need you to design it, new build, rooms set how you think they should... even though we all work in a deleterious business, I want the children born into the families that work with us to have a prosperous future," he explained.

I got up and lent over my desk to kiss him. "Spoken like a true EYP," I giggled. I confused him with my technical jargon. "Early Years Practitioner... it's our professional name instead of nursery nurse," I explained which seemed to make make him understand, "Oh and why the nap time everyday?" He laughed. "After the way you slept today I think you'll need it," he claimed.

"I only ever napped if I was ill, I don't need it!" I laughed. "Late nights and early starts, an hour nap half way through the day will do you some good," he explained. I blushed thinking about how he was watching my health. "You win," I admitted. He looked puzzled. "You said by the end of today I would have some form of feelings for you and you were right... it's not even the end of the day and I already have," I laughed.  "I already know that," he boasted, walking round my desk, lifting me into his arms and placing my lips on his.