Miles' Point of View
I locked the door of my apartment and waved to the elderly couple who lived across from me. It was very early in the morning, I could hear the birds chirping outside, the cars' engines zooming down the road, and heels clicking on the ground as women walk to their destination. I unlocked my car and hopped inside (carefully since my ass was still in pain), winter is coming so I turned the heat on in my car.
I made a left and parked inside the lot before getting out and entering the building. Alana was talking to a woman in the front as she typed down whatever the lady was saying. Not wanting to interrupt her, I only waved her way before walking towards Max's office. He dropped me off home after I spent the weekend with him and then we had more sex.
"Hey babe, he isn't here yet. Check on him, it isn't like him to be late." She told me after she finished with the woman. I looked back at her questioningly.
"Will do, thanks, babe." Probably thinking 'What will Max say about Alana and I calling each other babe?" To answer, I have no fucking clue.
I opened the door to the empty office, sat my briefcase down on the desk, taking my phone out, and dialing his number. He doesn't pick up the first time, so I call once more. While waiting for him to pick up, I sat down on his chair in front of the large desk, with my legs crossed.
"Morning beautiful." His voice was soft, his morning voice was one of my favorites. It was still so deep, but the tone he used when he talked to me was smooth. His words constantly making my face heat up and my body react to it.
"Morning, are you alright? You're late, more than 5 minutes." I teased, just as he did my first day.
"So that means next time I see you, I have to go across the desk?" My face felt nuclear as the words came out of his mouth. I put the phone on mute before squealing and then turning the phone back on.
"Don't say stuff like that! Seriously, are you alright?" I asked him after calming my face down and reducing the redness.
"I'm fine Котенок (Kitten). Sorry about that, I'm at a family meeting, I am not sure I'm going to make it today, take care of everything for me?" He told me.
"I'll do my best, be careful and come by later," I answered. He guffawed in response.
"Repeat of last night? See you then Котенок (Kitten)." He said one last time before I hung up the phone.
I decided to work on his desk today. Work mainly consisted of swirling around in the chair, playing Minecraft, and listening/dancing to different types of music. I was interrupted when someone knocked on the door, alerting me of their presence. I paused the music and cleared my throat.
"Come in," I told them. Malcolm Chalamet entered and the scowl on his face turned into an immediate smirk when he laid eyes on me. He closed the door slowly and approached the desk, I sat up in the seat, fixing my suit top.
"Bonjour (Hello) beautiful, may I ask where Maximillion Ivanov is?" His voice was so seductive. If he was a deadly sin, his ass would be Lust. So seductive, sly, and desirable.
"He's n-not here. Can I take a message for him?" I asked him. He placed his hands on the desk and lean down, he moved closer to me. I focused my view on his hands, they were pretty and the ring on his pinky adds a nice touch it them.
"You know amour (Love), you really should not trust him, you only know one side of him and not the full story." I grit on my teeth as his smirk only grew when he saw my reaction. He picked my hand up and helped me out of the chair. I complied just cause I didn't want to cause any trouble. He stood me in front of him, his finger tracing my jawline. I ripped my face away from his and that only angered him.
"I warned him and now I'm warning you. Stay away from Ivanov." He was intimidating for sure, but I wasn't fearful to love or care for Max.
"I'm not afraid, and I suggest you leave if you don't need anything." I stood my ground as I spoke. The grip had held on my jaw let go. He snickered as he brings his hands to his ponytail and fixed his hair. I let out a heavy puff of air and tightened my hands into balled fists when he propped his hands on my shoulders.
His hands traveled down my sides and latched onto my back. He pulled me in close to his chest, my hands flying to his chest, attempting to push away. His grip on my back tightened as his hands reached their final spot, my ass. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Fuck you!" I slapped him with all my might. His head turned in the opposite direction when my hand made contact with his cheek. He let go of me and used his pinky, with a ring similar to Max's, to graze his cheek where my red handprint laid.
"Quite the punch from such a small man, see you very soon... Stevenson." He held his cheek in his hand as he walked through the office door and out of my life... hopefully.
I ran back to the seat and lowered my head in my arms trying so hard to cry. That fucker. I was scared of Max's reaction instead. Out of nowhere, my cell phone started ringing in my pocket, looking at the collar ID, it was Max.
"Hello." I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes. Ever tried to hold in a cry or a scream while trying to be happy for someone? Not fun or easy.
"Baby, are you ok?" Damnit, could he hear it in my voice?
"Y-Yes, I'm fine, what happened, are you alright?" I asked him. I could hear him sigh and chuckle on the other side of the phone.
"Котенок (Kitten), you are not ok. Malcolm was there, wasn't here." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"maybe." I sort of whispered. He huffed.
"Speak up Miles. What happened?" Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Nothing! See you later, byee!" I hung up the phone and threw it on the desk. No matter what the punishment will be for that, I just needed to think.
He called me back a couple of times but I didn't pick up. Instead, I was online searching Max and his entire family up. I couldn't find too much on Max himself, but the last name Ivanov popped up a thousand times. They originated from Russia, going back to the Russian Empire of the 1700s. There was a picture that stood out to me, sort of knocked me out of my boots.
It was of my mom standing next to Maksimillian Ivanov, the founder of this business, so I'm assuming that he is Max's grandfather. Clicking on the link to the photo, their names were listed on the bottom of the picture. This has to be fake right? "What the actual fuck?"
'In order from left and right: Mara Stevenson (Assistant), Maks Ivanov (CEO), Tomas Chalamet (Rival CEO), and a young Malcolm Chalamet (Rival CEO's son).'
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Property Of a Millionaire
Ficción General"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say...
