More then just one night

Chapter 18

The door opening just as I sit down and I groan in annoyance standing back up.

"You ready?" He asked

"Does it look like I'm not, are you saying I look ugly in this and that I need to change?"

"Sop- I- I didn't say that okay? I'm asking because I don't know what you want to wear or if your taking your time with getting ready or not"

"Well then do you think this ugly on me?"

"No lyubov you look beautiful" he walks over pushing a strand of hair behind my ear

"Yeah okay sure, now you want to call me by all your little pet names and be all cheesy and cute to make yourself seem more innocent" he opened his mouth "I don't even want to hear it"

I walk out the door, I don't know what's wrong with me, I blame the hormones.

"Lyubov means love just for your informant" he stopped me at the top of the stairs "And I don't need to make myself seem more innocent if I didn't do anything wrong other then ignore you and I'm sorry for that. I was wrong to do that to you and make you feel alone, my only reason for that is that I was scared that maybe, just maybe I might not be there to protect you and you'll end up like Anastasia and I handled it in the wrong way by not being here with you, which makes no sense but I couldn't look at you too long just to start thinking about it and all the different scenarios about how you died. My proof of not cheating" he said passing me his phone.

Playing back the security cameras the other night, he walked into the club with a few guys, the cameras switched to when they entered the VIP lounge, they walked towards the private bar and he took his jacket off. He left it on a chair and a women came up and grabbed it, put her hand in the pocket and walked towards the room, she knocked but wasn't allowed in, Maxim took it from her and she walked away with a smile.

I cross my arms, a bit of guilt wrapping around me as I think about he said he felt, he explained to me and showed me clear evidence with a date and time on it.

No one can blame me though, I mean what else is a girl supposed to think when her boyfriend doesn't come home and the one time she wakes up with him there his clothes smells like another girl, please, tell me what I'm suppose to think because any girl would jump to a conclusion just like I did.

"Okay" I nod not looking in his direction but turning around.

"Sophia look at me" he demanded but it seemed to be a weak order, turning my head towards him he spoke to me again "I would never jeopardize what we have, I meant it when I first said I loved you and every single time after that. In the beginning I had said that you belonged to me but if you want me to be honest with you I belong to you in every way possible, Sophia you don't even know how much control you have over me and you will always have it-"

I sniffle and smile slowly moving towards him, moving myself into his arms he lifts me up, wrapping his arm around my back and the other holding my thighs around his waist.

"I'm sorry lyubov, I didn't consider how it would make you feel" he whispered and kissed my forehead "Now we have somewhere to be"

"You really don't have to do that" I shake my head but he started walking out the door "I'm serious Vasily, I don't need to go with you, I trust you, I need to realize that you aren't one to play, you aren't any of my ex's and I'm getting closer to realizing that"

He really isn't like them, he knows how to be cheesy just as much as horny and I want to go to bed, so yeah.

"No, I'm going to take you somewhere after  checking on something"