Maria Vasilievna is the wife of one of the richest men in the world, Alexander Vasiliev. As the wife of a wealthy man, she must abide by certain standards and obey her husband, always supporting him and taking care of him. In turn, her husband treat...
I whipped around to see Misha leaning against the doorway of the bathroom.
Thank God I had wrapped myself in a towel.
"Misha!" I pointed out the door, "Get out!"
He winked and then left the door and slowly began to close the door. I helped him with the process and slammed it shut, making sure to lock it.
I quickly dried my hair off, combed it, and applied some makeup. I was about to leave but I remembered that the only thing I had on was a very loosely tied towel.
I groaned. Darn. I had one option left.
"Misha!"
I heard him come up to the door.
"Yes, my love?"
"Mind getting me some clothes?" Then I quickly added, "Decent ones!"
He laughed and then soon I heard him knock.
"Okay, step away and close your eyes."
He laughed again, but I trusted him to have done what I said. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the pile of clothes and slammed it shut again.
I stared at the clothes. "What is this?"
"Clothes."
"I know, I can see. Why did you get... these clothes?"
"Because, darling. It's cold outside and we're going for a stroll. Besides, it's stretchy material and you need that because you've got a human inside of you."
"Mhmm. How thoughtful."
I hurried to get myself into these clothes. Either way, they were better than this towel. In just a few moments I was standing in a bright orange but stretchy and warm turtleneck and white, high-waisted pants that seemed cold but were actually quite cuddly and soft. Even in the snow, however, I had to wear awful stilettos, but I decided not to complain. A pair of dangly earrings completed the ridiculous, but actually very comfortable outfit.
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"Ah, you look magnificent! Alright, we're leaving!" Misha exclaimed and proceeded to hurry me out the door.
"We're just taking a stroll through the city. No landmarks, nothing. I thought if we just went for a walk that would be just as fun. What do you say?" Misha asked me.
I nodded. "Sounds super."
Of course, I wasn't thinking about St. Petersburg at the moment. I wanted to find a way to help Alexander retain at least some of his wonderful reputation and influence in his countries, but at the same time, I wanted to help Misha get a little revenge out of Alexander.
Funny. Very funny how now I actually wanted to help my husband get hurt.
But only a little!
He deserved it. Taking away someone's life shouldn't go unpunished.
