Mr. Mafia Man

Chapter XXXI: The Plot

The morning after the best sex of my life, at six in the morning, Nicolas' phone rang. I don't know about you, but I am certainly not a morning gal, I do not fuck with the sun being up at an ungodly hour.

Nicolas was also still in bed, even though he's a morning bird, but that was mostly because I had exhausted him with activity last night, if you know what I mean. In any case, he looked sound asleep and didn't seem like he was going to answer his phone like a gentleman, so I suppose it was up to me.

Yes, I am aware what occurred last time I answered Dmitry's phone, yes, I am aware that I did get kidnapped because of that, but I did manage to get pizza out of the deal, so that's a win in my book.

I pick up the phone and swipe to answer the call. Apparently, the number was in Nicolas' contact list, but was under the name "Pinhead" so really that could be anyone. Still groggy I mumble a hello into the receiver.

"Hey," A voice whispers back, with a strong Russian accent. Ugh, it's Dmitry.

"Yes, Dmitry?" I ask, lying back down in bed and wondering if it was humanly possible to fall asleep but still continue a conversation with someone.

"Are you and Nicolas done doing the naughty for now, because I have some important news to share." He asked, still whispering.

"Yes, Nicolas and I are done screwing, if that is what you are asking," I responded, falling asleep more as the conversation goes on.

"Okay, good. Get decent in ten minutes, I'm coming over." Click. Dmitry has gone and hung up on me. That's okay, because I'm already half-asleep again.

Unfortunately for me, and my beauty rest, Nicolas has caught at least some portion of the conversation and is already getting dressed. I quickly roll over to his side to capture the warmth he left behind, but this joy was short-lived.

Nicolas picked me up out of my position in his bed and sat me down on the floor before throwing me some women's clothes and telling me to get ready. I make a pouty face at him and cross my arms, trying to telepathically talk him out of making me get ready for the day at six in the fucking morning.

"Uh, no you don't," Nicolas says, turning away from me and my adorable pleading face. "If Dmitry is getting here at six in the morning to deliver news, then it is urgent. He never really disrupts my sexual conquests if he can help it either."

Oh. One of my eyebrows raises. So I am a conquest now?

Without even turning around, Nicolas shut down what I am thinking. "Evelyn, if you were a conquest you would be the Reconquista and that bitch lasted 781 years, so you better get settled in for the long haul here.

I fluttered my eyelashes at Nicolas's turned back as he threw on a shirt. "Oh babe," I said sarcastically. "I've always wanted to be compared to the Reconquista, how'd you know?"

Nicolas finally turned around and was finishing buttoning his button-up shirt when he quickly pecked me on the lips. "I don't know, you just give off Spanish vibes, I guess," he said before leaving the room, leaving me by myself.

I quickly realized that if I didn't hurry up and get dressed, Dmitry was going to deliver this all-important news without me, and I hated to be left out of the loop more than I hated being referred to as a "conquest" and then left by myself.

Ugh.

I quickly threw on the clothes that Nicolas gave me, trying my hardest not to think too much about why Nicolas was in possession of these women's garments in the first place. After that task was completed, I wandered through the mansion a little bit before finally finding Nicolas' office.