|Sybella Fiori|
|A week later|

A deep sigh left my mouth as I locked the door of my apartment "Where are you going, malyshka?" His voice made me smile.

"Engaged Hazel has a ton of things to do," I turned around to face him; he was only wearing PJ pants, leaving his mouth-watering abs out in the open and they have scratches on them which is odd since last night he didn't let me ride him so there's no reason for scratches to be there.

"Why are you staring at the scratches?" Once my eyes fell back on his face, there was a smirk on his lips.

My right eyebrow arched "I wonder why there are scratches on you since I didn't leave them there and you are mine," a sweet smile appeared on my lips. "Do I have to stab a pair of silicone tits?"

"No, malyshka," he took my hand and pulled me into his apartment before closing the door. "Wait here, sexy," Ilya pecked my lips before rushing away to the bedroom. I stood there for two minutes until he came back walking backwards and looking at me over his shoulder "Are you ready?"

"I don't know what I should be ready for."

"That's the whole point, malyshka," he chuckled.

My cheeks turned a soft shade of pink since he's right "Yeah, I'm ready."

Ilya turned around "Tada!" In his arms he held a Doberman puppy.

A big smile appeared on my lips as I dropped my bag to rush to him and the puppy "What's his name?" My knuckles rubbed the place behind the puppy's ears; he's gorgeous and I know it's a he due to the little penis on his chubby belly.

My boyfriend chuckled softly "I named him Kharon."

"The ferryman of the underworld, obviously. When did you get him?" I stole the puppy from his arms and sat at the custom-made oversized black velvet sofa.

The Russian sat beside me "I got him three days ago but the girl who has the mom wasn't able to come until last night."

At the sound of 'girl' i immediately gazed at him "How old was she?"

"Are you jealous, malyshka?" There was a proud smirk on his lips.

I denied with my head when in reality there was a pit of fire in my stomach "No, I'm not."

"You are such a bad liar when it comes to this," he leaned in until his lips were against mine. "You taste like berries, mia signora."

My right hand pushed him away by his face "I'm not jealous."

A chuckle left his mouth "Yes you are."

Yes I am.

"I don't care what you believe," I leaned back, putting down the puppy on my stomach.

"She was sixteen, malyshka," he told. "Besides, why would I wait almost a decade to have you in my arms and ruin it in the snap of a finger? Does that sound very Ilya Zharkov to you?"

An embarrassment blush rushed up my body "No," my head turned to meet his eyes.

"Good, I don't want to fight because I was thinking we could have dinner together, here," he whispered into my ear as his right arm encircled my waist.

"Baby, you don't cook," I gazed at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ilya's right eyebrow mimicked mine "How do you know if I cook or don't cook?"

"Your sister once told me that she has never seen you in a kitchen with the purpose of cooking."

"You'll have a pleasant surprise tonight," the man pecked my lips. "Can I have my puppy back?"

"No," I looked down at Kharon whose head was resting between my breasts as he soundly slept. "He's so comfortable with me."

"Who wouldn't be comfortable sleeping between your tits? It's not rocket science, malyshka. By the way, we need to talk about our trip to Roma," his Italian accent is so sexy.

Nervousness took over me "Do you really want to get to know my past?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because it's not pretty, baby; you know I didn't grow up with what you would call a normal family, let alone love," my eyes fell to the puppy as I petted his cute little head. It's really hard talking about my life before everything I have now and sometimes I don't see it as my past, considering the prevalent presence of it in my thoughts.

Ilya wrapped his arm around my shoulder to pull me close "Why should that matter to me? Do you think it might change the way I feel about you?"

"Possibly."

"Nonsense, Sybella," the man straddled me which made me feel so tiny; it's weird since I usually am the one who straddles him but it's also very delightful since it makes me feel protected. "Would you like me any less if I had to do the things you've done to survive?"

I shook my head and felt like an idiot "No..."

"Look at me, malyshka," Ilya pinched my chin to make me look at him; there was a sweet smile on his face "You have the most mesmerizing eyes and lustful lips...you're all I think about, doll," his thumb gently caressed my lips; he seemed out of breath, that and most of the times when he calls me 'doll' it means he's horny which is acceptable, last time we had sex was last night.

"Baby," a light chuckle left my mouth as I glanced at his lips which were mildly parted "I need to leave, I have breakfast with Hazel's friends," whenever I'm with someone who knows who I truly am and has knowledge of the mission or task —is more of a task since we are not saving anything or trying to get something that will save the lives of millions— I talk about Hazel in the third person because she's not me, she's a character I play in order to get paid a LOT of money.

"Put the puppy down, doll," he got up and looked at me trying to show his dominance which he obtains when we are in bed but only because I like it and let him.

I softly put Kharon down on the sofa before getting up "What's wrong daddy? Still horny from—Ahh!" A chuckle left my mouth as he turned me around so his front was against my back.

His hands desperately pulled up my white knitted dress until it was gathered at my waist "Bend over, doll," Ilya ordered.

I immediately complied by kneeling on the loveseat and placing my folded arms on the backrest "What are you doing to do to me, daddy?" I looked at him over his shoulder and he seemed famished.

"Unspeakable things, doll..." the man pulled down his PJ pants before doing the same with my thong. Before entering me, he glided his hardening cock along my slit to make sure there was proper lubrication.

"Ahh..." my eyes rolled back at the pleasurable feeling of his cock between my clenched walls; it's some sort of reflex so he knows that he's mine and that no one can make him cum as I do. Weird but romantic.

Ilya let out a sexy moan that caused my muscles to tense; a man's moans are so sexy to me "Fuck..." he spanked my right buttock, causing me to let out a whimper.

For the next thirty minutes, Ilya fucked me like it was the last time which is not the case because I have something special planned for tonight.

My boyfriend helped me tidy up but he wouldn't let me go; he had me pinned up against the entrance door with his lips vigorously kissing mine as his hands gripped my ass "Baby," I gently pushed him away "I need to go."

"No, I want you here with me."

"I promise that as soon as I'm free, I'll come here to let you fuck me the rest of the day."

"Is this lunch so important?" His hands freed my buttocks to be placed on the door, on the sides of my head; he's trying intimidate me which is so sweet because he can't do that.

"Ily, baby," a sweet smile played on my lips. "Do you want those billions?"

"I don't need them," suddenly his right arm laced around my waist to pull me as close as possible to him. "I only need you."

A wave of heat rushed up my body to turn into a deep blush "Well, that's very sweet," a nervous chuckle left my mouth. "However, I do need it—"

"I'll give you the money you need, malyshka. What we are doing for Santino is nonsense, he wants these paintings to give them to his future wife but what if the woman he ends up loving doesn't like art?"

"Ilya, weren't you listening to me when I told you that he's going to sell them?" My right eyebrow arched.

"What? When did you tell me that?" He seemed really confused.

A light chuckle left my mouth "We were in the car, back from that little town you took me."

"It just feels like we are doing this for nothing—"

"This job has brought me immense happiness, Ilya," my arms encircled his neck. "When we are done maybe we should take a long vacation," I glanced at his lips with a cheeky smile on mine.

"What kind of vacation?" His face dipped into my neck to place gentle kiss on my flesh.

"Mhh," he knows where my soft spot it "one where we can spend the whole day naked."

"Yes baby, but now," I gently pushed him away "I have to go."

"Fine," Ilya rolled his eyes back before opening the door for me. "Behave while your out, would you?" He stated as I exited his penthouse.

"I'll see if I feel like it," a smirk played on my lips which was quickly erased by a harsh spank. "Ouch, Ilya!" I turned around to face him.

"You're exquisite," the man bit his lip, looking at me as if I was a succulent meal. "See you tonight, malyshka,"  before closing the door he winked at me.

On my way to the elevator I realized that I had forgotten my coat so I went back into my place to get it and then finally was on my way to the restaurant which is only four blocks away so I'm walking.

Once I arrived at the restaurant, Hazel's friends were easy to spot since they were seated at the same table as every Monday which is when we have lunch; none of them work so that's why it's always on Monday.

"Hazel!" Nicole got up to give me a tight hug. "We missed you so much!"

"I missed you too!" Not really but Hazel loves her friends more than anything in the world.

"So, tell us, how was London?" Diane inquired before taking a sip of her mimosa.

"Well," a genuine grin played on my lips since Ilya invaded my head "it was great. I had to stay a few more days since the baby had pneumonia but it's all peachy now."

"Sounds awful," Celia, the only woman I truly like out of the seven, commented.

"It was frightening but the baby responded quickly to the medicines so now there's nothing to worry about." A server approached me and I asked him to bring me a mimosa but with more champagne than orange juice; to get through this breakfast I have to be a bit tipsy.

Hazel's life is tailored down to the last detail; none of them, except for Celia, became my friends organically. Santino gave me a folder with the profiles of girls who I should be friends with since they all are what Hazel is supposed to be: Good, trust fund princess, chirpy and living in a bubble. They're all too nice and pristine for me; I like blunt people, ones with a dark sense of humor and also unafraid of speaking about intimate subjects.

In the middle of breakfast, just as I was taking the first bite of my exquisite chilaquiles, my phone rang and it was Nicolas but I didn't answer because when Hazel is with her friends, that's all she cares about.

The girls around the table spent the whole breakfast speaking of a girl who is marrying a wealthy heir but according to the girls, she isn't worthy of such marriage since her last name is unimportant.

"Why is it your bloody business, Nicole?" Celia said with a smile on her lips; I love her. "Are you jealous because it took you a year to get close to Charles and he only wanted to be friends but it took this gorgeous woman a month to have him at her feet. Bitter, aren't we?" It's now my duty to get Santino and Celia in the same room so they can end up married.

I glanced at her, pursing my lips as I tried not to laugh.

"I'm not bitter—"

"Yes you are," I interrupted. "Why else would you speak of her as if she was a plague?"

"Because she is," Nicole looked at me with an offended gaze; Hazel is not one to create conflict or stand behind it. "She worked as an escort, that's how Charles met her."

I shrugged "So? Not everyone is born with millionaire parents and have to find other means to survive. Is that so wrong?"

A smirk played on her lips "And you would know, right? Your family doesn't have half of the money mine has."

I chuckled "Is that supposed to be an insult, darling?" If only she knew that if it was my will, her daddy's bank accounts would be emptied in less than three minutes by my team.

"Well, I'm richer than you."

A sweet smile played on my lips "Your daddy is rich, darling. Let me tell you something: don't insult people knowing nothing about their struggles, especially since you know nothing about suffering," I got up on my feet and threw a €100 bill to the table. "If I wanted to, dearest darling," I leaned down so Nicole's face was two centimeters away "I would make your daddy my bitch and all of those millions would be mine," my smile turned into a smirk. "Au revoir!" I slipped on my sunglasses before exiting the restaurant, feeling like a new human.

On my way to my place, my phone rang once again and it was Nicolas so I picked up "Hi, honey bear."

"Hazel, I need to see you," he stated in a cold tone which is unlike him.

My right eyebrow arched "But you're in UAE, how would—"

"I came back last night to surprise you but something came up and I wasn't able to go to your place last night, now, would you please come to the museum?"

"Sure," I rolled my eyes. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Good, my chauffeur is waiting for you outside your building."

"I'm on my way home from breakfast with the girls so I'm not there," I stated. "Is everything all right? You sound quite serious."

"No, Hazel, not everything is all right," he told before hanging up.

Once I got to my building, the chauffeur was indeed waiting for me outside so I hopped in the back of the car without his help since he knows I can open the door myself unlike Hazel's dumb boyfriend. I took advantage of the car ride to text with Antonio who is still in Roma since Victoria's baby is indeed his and he feels like they can become more than just co-parents; I'm really happy for him because after so many years of taking care of me, he's finally going to take care of himself. This doesn't mean that he's going to quit but for now, my chief of security is Beatrice (one of the Athena's).

Upon entering the Louvre, I was received by the usual big crowds of tourists, Nicolas' assistant was waiting for me since I don't have a card to access the place where his office is. She told me about how upset he seems to be and that he has been yelling at her since he arrived which is unacceptable; I apologized for the big macho, told her that I would talk him into some reason and that he will apologize to her.

Nicolas was standing by the window as he always is whenever I cine visit "Nicolas, what's wrong?" I closed the door behind me.

"A lot is wrong," he replied, looking away from the window to gaze at me.

My right eyebrow arched as I approached him "Well tell me so we can fix it."

A bitter chuckle left his mouth "Would you like to explain to me who the fuck is your new neighbor and why is he calling you 'sexy'?"

"My new neighbor?" I acted confused. "The guy who is occupying penthouse B?"

Nicolas approached me with rage in his eyes "Don't act stupid!"

"I'm no—" he slapped me and I wasn't able to stop him because it's something I never expected from Nicolas, not only because he supposedly adores Hazel but because he doesn't do dirty work. "What's wrong with you, Nicolas?!" Anger flooded my veins.

"Why is he calling you sexy?!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" I shouted and he seemed surprised because Hazel never loses her cool.

"I went to your apartment this morning, knocked on your door but you didn't answer and out walks this man from the penthouse across. He asked me if I was looking for you then asked me how can a man like me be with such a sexy woman, that I should watch out or someone will steal you from me! Did you give him—"

"I'm done, Nicolas," fake tears flooded my eyes. "Whatever other people think of me is not my responsibility but it seems to have a great weight in our relationship. You had never laid a hand on me but now that I've seen your true colors, I don't want you anywhere near me," I turned around and left the place crying, not with sadness but with rage because I can't do anything to him; if his assistant walked into his office after I left and found him hanging from his ball sack, everyone would know it was me.

Anyway, I went back home thinking about everything I'll do to make Nicolas disappear once the job is over because let's face it, Hazel is weak enough to forgive what he just did.

Back at my building, I went directly to Ilya's place "Maly—" I slapped him across the face to interrupt him. "Malyshka, what the fuck?!"

"That's for getting me into trouble," my arms laced around his neck to pull his face down to my height and crush my lips against his' in a