"VAZZI" I yelled from the top of the stairs "VASILY"
Huffing and stomping down the stairs I look around to find someone but I couldn't find anyone, the guards weren't allowed on the third floor unless told to by Erik or Vasily and neither were being found right now.
No maids or other staff members to be found, no annoying Victor or other Petrov's to be found so I stomp down to Vasily's office and threw open the door.
Hearing his voice and without looking around the room I begin to talk or more like whine "Vazzie your stupid TV plug came out and when I plugged it back in the stupid bitch started talking a bunch of bullshit, I can't understand and I can't read the fucking words on the screen to fix it"
I finally look around the room at the 3 familiar eyes but the 5 new people.
My lip turning into a snarl as I turn around and stomp out groaning in annoyance, of course when I wanted him to do something for me he would be in a meeting.
Walking into the kitchen and digging through the fridge for something to eat, looking at the empty living room, it was December and no one in this house celebrates Christmas. Taking an angry bite out of my chocolate muffin I turn to watch the living room TV and when I hear it speaking perfect English I settle on the couch.
Laying down and putting a blanket over my lower half, later I would hear it from Vasily about walking around the house in only a shirt without a bra but in my defense no one was really in the house, just lined up outside.
I only made it through half an episode of Friends before I started dozing off, turning off the TV.
Falling asleep but waking up 5 minutes later as a bunch of people start walking into the house, looking up and watching as Viktor and his friends walk in talking loudly.
Groaning and turning over I grab one of the small pillows and hold it over my ear.
"Hey sleeping beauty" Viktor teased
"Hey Quasimodo , take yourself and your friends somewhere else" I m moan moving back to my old position
"You have your own room, that's the same size of this living room plus a bigger TV and a bed, why would you want to stay here" he argued
"Because the TV is talking the same bullshit you do and I don't want to move now"
"What bullshit do I talk?" He said resentfully
"The kind I don't understand, I speak many languages but Russian is not one of them" I huff screaming into the pillow
I stand up dragging the blanket with me to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Viktor asked following and watching me start to rip a bunch of utensils and foods from the cabinets and the fridge
"I'm cooking, do you and your friends want some?" He scrunched his face up in a worried way
"Does your cooking taste like my mothers? And what are you cooking?"
"I'm in the mood for pancakes and was going to make Buffalo wings for later on when I'm hungry again" I shrug already throwing things into the bowl.
"Since when is there American branded foods in your house Vik" one of the small slim girls had asked
"Since she moved in, she gets hungry, he ships food in and she has fun getting fat" I scoff annoyed
"I am not fat, all of this extra weigh is the baby"
"Then your baby will be as fat as you" he teased playfully and I narrowed my eyes down on him
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RomanceSophia Marino lived with her aunt in America since she was 7, her mom died when she was still a baby and she would visit her family during holiday. Now twenty four working a boring office job she went clubbing one night to relax and get laid. She go...
