Italics mean they're talking in Russian!

I stared widely at the old large man who stand before us.

He looked like he was in his mid-fifties and his hair and beard were between gray and brown.

"Why are you here?" Ivan growled while his father only rolled his eyes.

"Business," the old man replied before shifting his eyes towards me.

"Who's this?"

"Mine," Ivan bellowed making his father's brow arch.

A wide smile appeared on Ivan's father's face as he then took slow steps toward us.

"Gleb," the old man barked staring straight at me.

"Huh?" I replied.

"Is he slow?" What is this old man saying?!

"Father,"

"That is my name, Gleb," Mr. Mikhailov stated.

Oh.

To be honest Ivan's father is very intimidating. He's just so large and scary looking especially with the tattoos covering his body.

"Nice to meet you, Sir, I'm Dr. Blake," Mr. Mikhailov's face immediately scutched up at the sound of honorifics.

"Gleb is fine," he declared.

I watched as my father stare at Oliver closely trying to read him.

I know my father hated the idea of having a weakness but he'd know better than anyone that there'll always be someone to catch an eye of bratva man.

"How old are you, Doctor?" Oliver blushed before shaking his head. I felt a tiny twinged of jealousy seeping through my heart.

Why is he blushing?

Clenching my jaw I watched as Oliver smiled beautifully as he talked to my father.

"I know I'm a little old," Oliver muttered.

"No, that's very young considering my age,no?" my father chuckled his eyes glinting with mischievousness.

"Father, he is mine," I growled stepping between Oliver and him.

"What's wrong Ivan?"

"No need to get defensive son, I do not want yours I'm just teasing,"  The Old man chuckled as if something was funny before taking a few steps back.

"I heard the french mafia is planning to make  a move in our territory," Oliver just stared between us in utter confusion, trying to figure what we were talking about bout.

"I'll handle it," I stated this time in English.

The old man only smiled as he winked in Oliver direction.

"Good, I wouldn't want to feel like I have to step in," he taunted making his way over to the elevator.

"It was nice meeting you, Zaichonok,"  The old man purred staring straight at me before leaving towards Oliver.

Bunny

He's just doing this to rile you, Ivan.

"Uh, sure you too, Gleb?" Oliver replied unsurely.

"I'll see you later, son," my father muttered before stepping into the elevator.

Immediately once the elevator I turned toward Oliver who looked lost and uneasy.

"I should go?" he began as he grabbed his coat and bag off the sofa.

Stopping him, I drew his eyes back on me before shaking my head.

"Stay the night," I whispered closely into his ear. Instantly his body shuddered, making me smile.

"I'm not ready-"

If Ivan thinks that I'm going to sleep with him tonight that he's got one thing wrong.

I'm not ready to go all the way with him yet.

I want to make sure that this is something I want.

"I know, Doctor," he replied grabbing my things out of my hands.

"I just want to spend the night with you. I won't try anything unless you want me to I promise,"

"Uh okay but I'd have to go down to my apartment and get some clothes," Instantly Ivan shook his head, clicking his tongue.

"You can wear mine," he declared. Taking his hand into mine, interlocking them he then began to lead me down into his hall.

As a man, I thought my hands were big and rough but Ivan's hands are it.

This man.

"So blushing with my father?" Ivan began opening the door to what I assumed was his bedroom.

Looking at Ivan as if he was crazy. Sure his old man was quite good-looking for his age but to say that I was blushing for him.

How inappropriate.

"What do mean blushing?" I questioned. Ivan scoffed before walking over to his dresser resting my things down.

"Exactly what I mean, Lisichka you were blushing furiously when he asked your age,"

Oh, I did blush but only because the way his father pronounced Doctor reminded me of him and the time I got an erection from it.

"Are you seriously jealous of your father?" I quried. Ivan only rolled his eyes while his jaw clenched.

"I'm not jealous but just-" Resting my hands over Ivan's I chuckled softly before shaking my head.

"You do realize that you're the only guy I'm attracted to, right?" I muttered feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"That's good to know just watch out for my old man he may seem nice but he's a wolf in disguise," Ivan cautioned.

"So how do you like my room?" He quried changing the topic.

Gazing around I finally was able to take in my surroundings.

His room was a mix of dark brown and grey.

It was very him and it looked very luxurious.

That was all I could say.

"Very you," I commented.

"Lisichka," Ivan deadpanned unhappy with my answer.

"What do want me to say?!" I laughed shrugging my shoulders.

Seems like this is going to be long...
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