Chapter Fifty-One
Maro n
A few weeks later
"Does this look alright?" I ask Mindy, straightening my suit.
"Better than alright," she replies with a playful smile. Her fingers lightly graze my skin as she fixes my collar. "There, perfect."
I fidget with the designer suit, feeling stifled by the luxurious material. "I’m still fucked when I have to wear a suit, you know," I grumble. "I grew up in the Bratva, not in a fucking country club."
“Well, Mr. Big Shot,” she says, her lips curling into a smirk. “Sorry to break it to you but you can’t launch your miracle medicine in jeans and a t-shirt.”
She’s right, of course. I'm so hyped for today I can hardly sit on my ass. Tonight is the night I've been working towards - the launch of my game-changing drug, Tramoxine. It's going to turn the entire mental health industry on its head. Not only that, but it will be a part of my legacy when I leave this world behind one day. It’s going to heal hundreds of millions of people, if not billions. Our calculations show that the profits will be off the fucking charts. It’s the most ambitious business project of my life, and it has me feeling like a wild animal. I'm even freaking out, which is not something I do very often. I don't think I've ever been so fucking nervous in my life.
Mindy senses my tension and gives me a reassuring smile. She steps closer, resting her hand on my arm. "You've got this, Maron," she says encouragingly. "You've worked very hard for this and you deserve all the success that's coming your way."
I plant a gentle kiss on her lips. "Spasibo, lisichka."
She glances at the time. "I better start getting ready too."
"You still have an hour to go. The limo will be here at six."
I stand up and head to the bedroom to collect my stuff, but my thoughts are distracted. They keep drifting back to Mindy. I can hear the shower running, and I know she's in there, naked, wet, and fucking irresistible. My cock is hard in my Armani pants, and I wish I could just rip off the damn thing and take her from behind.
Not expecting me to be around, she walks into the bedroom naked after her shower, her towel wrapped around her head like a turban. Her skin is glistening wet and her curves are on full display. "You still here?" she asks, surprised.
I can't fucking help myself. I pull her into my arms, letting my hands roam over her lush breasts and perfect ass.
"If it wasn't for the launch, I'd pin you down and fuck you senseless right now," I growl hungrily, feeling my cock throbbing at the mere thought of being inside her.
She playfully shakes her head and pushes herself away from me. "No can do, mister. We have a launch to attend." Her lips curl into that seductive smile of hers as they plant a gentle kiss on my neck. She closes her eyes and takes in my scent, letting out a contented sigh. "You smell amazing. Maybe… just maybe, I’ll let you pin me down when we get back here tonight. How’s that for a plan?"
I smirk and glance at my watch. “You have a deal, krasavitsa . But you’re right, it’s best to not mess up this suit just yet.”
I still have about ten minutes before I have to head downstairs to the office and pick up a few things before we leave. I watch Mindy as she slips into a dress that molds perfectly to her figure, highlighting every gorgeous curve. She then walks across the room to where the vanity is and starts fixing her hair into an elegant, loose bun.
This is all new to me. Enjoying the company of a woman and spending time with her is not something I’m used to. It’s like we're friends and lovers at the same time. Maybe this is what those woo-woo people mean when they talk about ‘soulmates’ and shit like that. Am I also becoming one of those hippies?
We haven't really talked about Mindy’s miscarriage these last few weeks. Not that there’s a lot to talk about. We're just taking our time, trying to heal our wounds together and move forward. It feels like there's a clear division between our lives before and after it happened. And right now, we're enjoying this newfound connection we have with no expectations or commitments. Somehow, it just feels right. Like we were meant for each other.
Meant for each other, huh?
Yeah, definitely becoming a woo-woo hippie.
Whatever the case, we are entering serious relationship territory. And somehow, I don’t feel any resistance to that. In fact, I want it like I want air. This woman was meant for me and I was meant for her, I just know it in my goddamn bones. I’ve never been more fucking certain of anything. Which is probably the strangest thing that ever happened to me.
Our sex life has changed too since I took her from that hospital. It's more tender and more intimate now. We are not as wild as we used to be, and we allow ourselves to be more vulnerable with each other. Even me. It sounds cheesy as fuck, but we've never been closer. I’ve never been closer to anyone.
The vibration of my phone pulls me away from my thoughts. I glance down to see a text from our driver.
"Waiting for you downstairs, Mr. Korolev."
I look up at Mindy, who's still fussing with her hair in front of the mirror. She catches my eye in the reflection and smiles at me.
"It’s go-time, lisichka ," I tell her. "The limo’s here."
Mindy turns to face me, lipstick in hand. "Just need five minutes," she says, her eyes darting back to the mirror. "I want to look perfect for this."
"You already do." I smirk. "Join me downstairs when you're ready."
She smiles gratefully. "Thanks, Maron. I won't be long."
My fucking woman. As I turn to leave, I can't help but admire how incredibly beautiful she looks. The agitation in her eyes only adds to her charm. I have to resist the urge to kiss her, not wanting to mess up her hard work. So, I just click the door shut behind me, and make my way down the staircase.
Tonight is the night that will change everything.