Property Of a Millionaire

22. Property Of a Millionaire (RR)

everything in italics will be spoken in Russian. I didn't want to translate the entire chapter (basically) and mess up so deal with it! Anygay... continue on 'ya horny fuckers!' 

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Maximillion's Point of View

"So you're not going to tell me?" I was trying to be supportive and ask him what's wrong but with his ass pressed on top of my very hard member, it was making it very difficult.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. Just a little tense." He was looking out the small jet window. The nightlights illuminate his blue eyes, he looked spectacular. His hands were playing with my own. Mainly my Ivanov ring on my pinky finger.

I didn't believe him. I had cameras in my office but there were no speakers so I couldn't hear the conversation between him and Chalamet but I saw everything. The slap. Miles had slapped Malcolm across the face and that French fucker touched him, he touched my Miles. I already had planned on how to deal with Malcolm but I didn't want Miles to be disturbed by something that was my fault.

"Ты сводишь меня с ума (you're driving me crazy)." Whenever I spoke in Russian, Miles would give me this look. As if he knew what I was saying, a look so understanding and loving.

"I'm going to learn another language and say random things about you." He teased. I retracted my hand from his and smacked his ass, he jumped lightly in reaction.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that with the twins around. They don't need to see their uncle doing that. I mean, I don't mind." Anna whispered as my nieces played with their tablets wearing their matching headsets. Excuse me, did she just say what I think she said?

The apparent blush on Miles' face answered my question. He squeezed my thigh, gingerly, before turning away and facing the window once again. I flipped Anna off and she returned the favor. Her legs were across the lap of her husband, Jacob, as he watched the news from his laptop while giving her feet a massage. I wasn't as nice to Jacob when we first met since he was dating my sister. He's a good guy, I had looked into him without Anna knowing, I guess it turned out sometimes I can be wrong. Who knew?

The flight was long and tedious. We all had work to be done, except for Miles and Jacob who were too busy talking the whole time. If Jacob hadn't been straight or married to my sister, I would've thrown him out of the private jet 50,000 feet in the air.

"I'm stealing Miles for the day! You head to the house and we'll meet you there later." I barely had time to concentrate on what the hell came out of her mouth. Excuse my language.

"No, Hey! Get back, fuck it." Sorry. When it comes to Miles, I seriously have no filter. She got back inside the limousine with him as I stood outside of the Ivanov Mansion here in Moscow, Russia.

"Maximillion, I'm disappointed that you haven't visited, called, or checked up on me." My grandmother's voice echoed throughout the large opening space of the house. This was where I spent many of my winter vacations with Annabelle as a child, with my grandparents.

"Baba, you know I would. It's very busy now. Dad let me handle the entire business." I told her proudly. My baba or grandma was my best friend growing up, she wasn't as strict as my parents and grandpa, mean as my sister, or violent as my uncle.

"Oh, baby I know. Baba still loves you so. Where is this gentleman that has stolen your cold heart?" She teased. She locked her arms with mine as we walked down the hallway of past Ivanov members. She was short. I guess I might be tall but she reached just underneath my pectorals. Her thick black straight hair reached her waist and her face was still as flawless as I remembered.