WOUNDS OF silk

5. Sloane

High-ankle brown leather boots tapping on the marble steps almost impatiently. If it would be his choice, Sloane won't be here standing on the front porch waiting for his father. But his father had specifically demanded the presence of his two sons when he would arrive. Sloan's patience was running thin as he peered down at his watch in every minute or two with a scowl etched on his face.

After Sloane would be done with the customary details demanded of him — greet his father, show respect to him and his new wife, he needed to get out of his father's sight at the next breath without riling him up.

Sloane wasn't so sure about the last part because whether he wanted it or not somehow his father and he always ended up in a heated argument followed by him running off and stayed away from the house for a while until his bad mood tamped down. And today, it was no different. His temper was already boiling up, restraining himself with a thin strand of self-control.

Chernoa must have sensed his brother's struggling, he looked over at him and asked, "Are you alright, brother?"

Sloane didn't know what to say, he was definitely not okay and twisting the truth to Chernoa didn't make any sense when he could definitely see him wrestling with his thoughts. Sloane shrugged off his questioning gaze like it was no big deal. Even if he wasn't feeling right about all this, he wouldn't cause a scene. "No, but it doesn't matter. I can deal with this."

Chernoa nodded in understanding and shifted his attention away from his brother, giving him time to cope with and bundle up his emotions and put them away for a while.

When the black car rounded the driveway and parked at the entrance, Chernoa gave him the once-over in warning not to mess up before he descended the stairs to greet his father.

His father stepped out of the car with an air of arrogance. Pride sharpened his features, making him look more shrewd and quick with his surging age.

Chernoa strode across the driveway to meet their father before he even took a step ahead. His attention was elsewhere, as he peered down inside the car at the person who still didn't come out.

Seeing Chernoa, a grin lit at the edges of his father's lips before blinking away and in the next second, the head of the Romanov family held his head high with his cold, impassive face. They exchanged a few words, and his father nodded in appreciation before patting him on his back, conveying his thanks and approval.

The driver rounded the car and opened the door to the other side, to let out the new addition of their family.

As suspected and knowing his father very well, Sloane could close his eyes and still, his speculation would be correct.

A woman mostly in a tight short dress with a blinding colour trying to make herself stand out, showing off her curves and a handful of ass. Her big tits would stretch the minimal fabric it confined to and waiting to pop out. Her long legs tied down to no less than six-inch heels, looking like a model just walked out of a ramp.

But what greeted Sloane, he wasn't prepared for it. He was startled beyond utter belief. He almost stumbled and felt the ground gave away beneath him.

A young girl, barely skittering on the edge of a grown woman, slipped behind his father without making an attempt to make his presence known. The first thing he noticed was how she was dressed, quiet modestly as far his father's taste. The long-sleeved blouse tucked into her form-fitting jeans and completed her look with a ballerina flats.

Sloane needed to look twice to make sure what he was seeing was real and not an illusion. How come his father got his hands with such a modest beauty who was half of his age, definitely younger than him.

His father put his arm around her waist, much lower than decent standards to feel up her tight ass. By the hardened look on her face, she didn't appreciate his unwelcoming gesture but she let him tugged her along.

The temper bubbling beneath his skin turned into a full-blown rage. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at his sides to solidified his feet on the concrete and not let him lunge forward and hammered his father's skull on the ground.

Chernoa, always being a good son, lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles in customary greeting. He then stepped back keeping a respectful distance from her.

The girl seemed flushed and the humid heat didn't make it any easier, blowing hot puffs against her exposed skin.

His father looked annoyed when he noticed Sloane was still waiting on the front porch and didn't come down the stairs to greet his father. His flicked his fingers to call him up.

Sloane had steered clear of his father's view long enough, now he had no other choice but to give in to his demands. He made a dissatisfied grunt and for once did as he was told.

"Meet my wife, Eeva." Sloane couldn't keep up with his impassive face and scoff.

"Sloane." His father warned.

Sloane shook off my attitude and observe her up close. Her eyes were deep brown pools that he found himself entranced by, falling into them as fast as he found himself falling for her. Innocent like sweet caramel stuffed in bits of sinfully dark chocolate.

If it was a different situation, Sloane wouldn't mind to taste her to prove himself, he was undoubtedly right. He could feel his hardness digging into the zipper of his jeans and he backed himself away from his erotic thoughts. He hated himself from thinking like that when all he wanted was to hate her with every fibre of his being. He blamed her for arousing lust within him with her innocence and simplicity.

She was a devil fluttering angel wings.

She was a sin in holy hands.

"I'm getting late. Chernoa brings the files and comes with me, we have a meeting with the Mancini brothers."

Sloane turned away and breathe in, letting the air stretch his lungs as his body had altogether refused to do mundane chores and lost himself in her gaze. But his father prevented him to move further, his tight grip crushing his shoulder in warning.

"Don't forget your manners, boy. I would gladly beat it into you."

"Hello, I'm Eeva." Sloane jerked his head up to meet her eyes. She smiled politely. And her voice sounded so soft, honey drizzled over toasted bread. She kept her hands folded over her stomach, restraining herself to stretch out her hand for a shake. The diamond ring glittering on her finger soared rampant jealousy coursing through his veins.

Sloane nodded. His lips pressed tight, biting away his speech in thanks. She didn't what she just did. She saved him from adding another bruise over his old scars.

"I'll be busy until tonight. See her around the house and make her comfortable." Father gave a firm pat on her butt and left and soon they were left alone.

Eeva blushed at his unexpected move and cringed from his touch.

Sloane didn't know how to start up a conversation with the girl who was standing before him, looking elsewhere but him. He never faced such difficulty before. The girls always fell for his charms and before they knew it, they already shed off their clothes and on their knees sucking his cock.

"How was life in your home?"

Fuck!

Sloane understood it was the stupidest thing to ask and he cursed himself for it when he saw how her demeanour changed almost instantly. Still, she muttered in her sombre tone, "Uhm..quiet and normal, I guess."

"Don't expect any normalcy here. You won't get it."

She gave him a pensive look, her forehead furrowed in concentration as if she was weighing his words, "I am expecting nothing, actually."

Sloane didn't expect she could counter his comment. Actually, everything about her was original and brand new. She was different and breaking the record of every woman she had ever met in his life.

"Don't consider for a second, you could ever take my mother's place in this house."

Her steps faltered but she spoke with a strength of firmness in his voice, "I didn't mean to. Nor, ever will I be."

"Good."