“Sorry.” She whispers, as she brings her finger up to brush away the water on the side of her mouth.
“Not at all.” He says, flopping the paper on the table and leaning back into his chair.
“So,” She starts, trying to make conversation. “You have a very nice dining room.”
“Thank you.” He says, looking around the room, his eyes traveling all the way up to the ceiling. “But not really in my taste. It came like this when I bought the place.” He picks up his water glass, bringing the cool liquid up to his lips. “I’ve been meaning to redo it.”
“No, no!” She says. “It’s nice.”
She bites her bottom lip, hesitating as her heart beat quickens before she decides to just spit it out.
“Are you alone?” She asks him in a whisper.
“Alone?” He asks her back, raising his eyebrow. “I don’t understand what you’re asking me.”
“I mean… You’re not married or anything?” She replies, the embarrassment beginning to show on her face.
“Yes…” He sighs, nodding his head softly as he clenches his sharp jaw before his face softens into a small smirk. “I am not married. I was, but now… I am in fact alone.”
“But why?” She asks, resting her elbow on the dark wooden table, her cheek in her palm. “You could have any woman you want, so why are you still only getting one plate made for dinner every night?”
“Things get complicated when people walk out on you.” He says, standing up from his chair and smoothing the wrinkles in his pants. “But thank you for keeping me company this evening. I appreciate it.”
“Mr. Yeshevsky…” Shelby says, feeling the burning regret of her inquiry. “I’m sorry.”
He turns back toward her, breathing deeply through his nose as his eyes zero in on her before he sighs and softens them.
“Stay with me tonight, then.” He says.
She blushes as he holds out his hand. Shelby grabs it and stands up beside him.
“If you think my being alone is your business, then stay for a while.” He says gruffly.
“Okay.” She whispers. “Okay, I will.”
Chapter 9
Shelby walks behind him, following him down the wide hallways to his bedroom.
“Just in here.” He says, pushing open a heavy, dark stained wooden door at the end of the hall.
The room is surprisingly white considers the dark décor of the rest of the mansion. She walks quietly over to his bed and sits down, resting, her calves aching and knees weak as she watches Sergey loosen his necktie and pull it off over his head, messing up his hair.
“Your bed is very comfortable.” She says, clearing her throat as she watches him begin to unbutton his white, pressed, button down shirt.
“Yeah.” He says, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and walking over to the master bathroom.
He flips on the light switch before turning to her and leaning his body against the doorway.
“You can stay sitting on it if you like, or you can come in here with me.” He says, slowly backing into the bright light of the bathroom.
She blushes, looking down at her black slacks before looking back up into the empty doorway. She gets off the bed, hearing the hiss of water as Sergey turns the tap on his shower. Shelby hesitates, her breath shaking as she tries to breathe.
She nervously unbuttons her blouse as she enters the large bathroom, noticing Sergey’s thick, muscular shoulders “V” down into his thin waist through the frosted glass of the shower doors.
Shelby lets her blouse fall behind her before unclasping the hook of her bra, peeling it off her chest and placing it on top of the pile that is her blouse. She unbuttons the top button of her slacks before unzipping the zipper and pushing them and her panties down to the ground.
She steps out of her pants before walking over to the occupied shower nervously, running her hand over the frosted glass before shyly sliding the door open and stepping in.
“Hi.” She whispers, looking down at their feet, watching his step to turn around and face her.
“Hi.” He says, bringing his hand up to her shoulder before gently sliding his palm down her soft, pale skin.
He wraps his arms around her waist, stepping backwards and pulling her under the steaming water. Sergey rubs his palms up and down her back as the water flows over her before slowly leaning in and pressing his lips against the crook of her neck.
She gasps as she feels his lips suck at her skin as Sergey drags his hands lower, one of his hands falling to her round bottom and his other sinking down past her belly and over her smooth pubic mound.
He gently brushes his fingers over her protruding lips, sending a shiver up Shelby’s spine before pressing into her slit and spreading them apart. She leans into his shoulder as she feels one of his thick fingers find her wet entrance and sink in, stretching her as he dips it in and out.
“You want to see how comfortable my bed can really get?” He asks her, whispering into her ear.
Chapter 10
She holds his hand, her whole body trembling as they walk back into Sergey’s bedroom. He gently pushes her down onto his mattress, her body sinking into his soft comforter as he kneels before the bed.
Shelby watches as Sergey spreads her knees apart, letting her rest them on his shoulders as he gently brushes over her pussy lips. He spreads the little butterfly flaps apart using his finger to brush her silky wetness over them before sliding the tip of his finger up to her little, swelling pearl.
He swirls over her bead as he kisses the inside of her pale thighs before he gently pushes back between her lips, sinking his finger back into her.
“You have such a pretty pussy.” He moans, getting his face close enough that she shivers as she feels his hot breath tickle her lips.
Shelby blushes, closing her eyes as she feels Sergey’s hot, wet tongue press against her bead, lapping at it.
She moans as she feels him add a second finger to her entrance, feeling the stretch as he slowly scissors his fingers apart, opening her as he lick. Her back arches up from the mattress as she feels Sergey’s lips wrap around her swelling clit as he pushes and pulls his fingers in and out of her wet entrance.
She sits herself up on her elbows as she feels Sergey pull away from between her legs, letting them fall to the mattress before he grabs them behind the knees and pushes them back, spreading her wide.
Shelby moans out as she feels the tip of Sergey’s stiffness brush up and down between her soaking wet pussy lips before resting at her entrance. She gasps as she feels Sergey enter her, stretching her open with his thickness.
She bites her bottom lip, listening to him moan as he finds the pace of his pumps, thrusting his cock in and out of her sex.
Shelby moans as she gently drags the tips of her fingers over her stomach and down over her smooth pubic mound before dipping her fingers into her wetness as she feels Sergey’s stiffness pull on her pussy lips as he pulls back and forth against her tightness.
She closes her eyes as she swirls her fingers over her sensitive bead, focusing on her billionaire lover’s pumps, the very thing she’s spent her nights dreaming about.
Chapter 11
They lay tangled together in Sergey’s creamy white sheet, Shelby shivering as the billionaire drags his fingers up her naked back as he kisses the top of her head.
She sighs as she untangles herself from him and sits up on her elbows as she notices a picture of a red haired woman with a toothy smile sitting on his bedside table, just barely noticeable in the darkened light.
“Is that your wife?” She whispers to him, motioning towards the framed picture.
He lifts his head from the comfort of his pillow and turns his neck to look behind him. He sighs, gently picking up the frame before placing it back down on his bedside table on its glass face.
“Yeah, it was.” He says sighing again as he rolls back over and buries his cheek back into his pillow, closing his eyes.
“Why isn’t
she here with you?” She asks, brushing her fingers up and down his tight waist.
“Like I said, she left me.” He says, opening his eyes and gazing into hers.
“But why?” Shelby pushes, resting her head back down beside his.
“Shelby…” He starts, rolling over, turning his back to her. “I think you should go.”
“Are you… alright?” She says sitting up, squinting her eyes as she gazes at his back.
“Go.” He whispers, covering himself with a sheet.
She gets up, her face flushing as she walks over to the master bathroom and flips on the lights. She gathers her pile of clothes, huffing as she steps back into her slacks before slipping her arms through the sleeves of her black blouse, buttoning up the buttons as she walks back into Sergey’s room.
“Maybe she left you because you push people away.” She says, slipping her leather flats back onto her feet.
She turns to him, gazing over at his unmoving back before turning the doorknob and opening the heavy bedroom door.
“You make it really hard to like you.” She says as she walks out.
He listens to her shoes click down the hallway before grabbing the picture of his wife and tossing it against the wall, scuffing the paint as shattered glass crashes to the floor.
Chapter 12
“Sergey.” She says, handing him a hot plate. “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t request someone else to serve you tonight.”
“Now why would I do that?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he looks over his paper.
“Well…” She starts, pursing her lips. “I seem to remember you kicking me out of bed…”
He sighs, looking up to her as he grabs her wrist gently with his hand and slowly pulls her down to the chair beside him.
“I want to talk about last night.” He says, hanging his head. “That’s why I didn’t request someone else.”
She sighs, her harsh eyes softening for him as she slowly untangles her hand from his wrist before threading her fingers through his own.
He clears his throat, looking up at her and sighing, a nervous smirk crossing his lips, but his sad eyes telling the truth.
“She’s gone because…” He starts, biting his bottom lip. “She’s gone because money was more important to me than she was.”
Shelby sits quietly, looking down at the dark stained wooden table. She drags her fingers over the grains as she listens to Sergey talk.
“And that’s the truth.” He says. “You were right, I am a very unlikeable person and an even worse husband.”
He smiles sadly, looking toward Shelby and breathing a heavy sigh through his nose.
“I’m hard to get along with, and fussy and people always tell me I’m too quiet and it’s off putting…” He says, raising and dropping his shoulders. “But I’d still love it if you’d sit with me. I’m not a very good guy, but I feel like you make me all that much better.”
Shelby smiles, grabbing the warm plate and Sergey’s cutlery and cutting tonight’s big, juicy breast of chicken in half.
“I’ll sit with you.” She whispers as she finishes dividing the meal. “But tomorrow I get my own plate.”
“Sure.” He says, watching as Shelby works to halve their dinner. “Tomorrow, maybe I’ll even do you one better than that.”
Chapter 13
She walks up to the back alley entrance of Mr. Yeshevsky’s private kitchen, sighing as she tried to turn the knob on the steel door.
“Of course the day I have my keys all tucked away they forget to unlock the door for me.” She says to herself as she searches through her purse, pulling out her set of keys.
She clumsily inserts them into the keyhole before spinning the key, turning the lock and opening the door.
“Hello?” She says, as she enters the dark kitchen. “Is anybody here?”
She pokes her head back outside into the alley, her eyes searching up and down for a fat chef and a skinny dishwasher taking their smoke breaks.
“Hello?” She asks one more time as she unwraps her scarf from around her neck.
She hears the creak of the cooler door and catches it open out of the corner of her eye.
“Hello?” She says, whipping her neck around, smiling confused as she sees Sergey emerge from the bright light of the cooler.
“Am I the only one who showed up today?” She asks, walking toward him and helping him by grabbing one side of the case of romaine hearts he’s carrying.
“Yes.” He says, lifting the box onto the stainless steel counter. “You’re the only one I told not to come in.”
“Am I going to be the one to cook you dinner?” She asks, laughing. “Because I should warn you that there’s a reason I only prep vegetables.”
“No.” He says as he opens the cardboard box. “I am going to be cooking for you.”
“With no lights on?” She says, smiling, her cheeks flushing. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Yes, actually.” Sergey says, as he pulls out the drawers under the stainless steel counter one by one looking for a sharp knife. “Show me where the lights are.”
Chapter 14
She leans down, doubling over as she ties the laces on her tennis shoes before standing up and stretching her back.
“Tonight will be fun, right?” She asks, watching as Sergey tightens the tie around his neck.
She walks over to him, grabbing the soft silk out of his hand and straightening it for him before gently patting his chest.
“Thank you.” He says awkwardly, readjusting his now too tight tie. “But about tonight…”
“Yeah?” She asks, sitting down in a plush chair as she waits for him to get ready.
“You’re working the banquet tonight, right?” He asks, walking over to her and rubbing her shoulders.
“Yeah.” She says, resting her hand on top of his. “But maybe if I get all my prep done early, I can trade with someone for the first serving shift and get off sooner and then we can spend some better time together. Introduce me to all your friends…”
“No.” He cuts her off. “I just, I think that would be kind of weird.”
“What? Why?” She asks, her smile fading.
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate having people think I’m making my girlfriend waitress.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You’re not making me do anything.” She says, standing up.
“You know what I mean.” He says, holding onto her shoulders as he tries to get her to sit back down.
“Yeah, I do.” She says, her voice hissing. “You mean you don’t want people know that your girlfriend is a waitress.”
“No, of course not.” He whispers. “Forget I said anything, you know that’s not what I mean. Shelby, these people are just a certain kind of people…”
“And I’m not.” She says, clearing the ache in her throat.
She stands, the tears in her eyes welling up as she watches Sergey walk over to his bed, sit on the mattress and sigh as he buries his face in his palms.
“Unbelievable.” She whispers to herself as she turns around and pushes the heavy bedroom door open.
Chapter 15
She stands in the storage nook of the kitchen, trying to privately smooth out her blouse as she fumes about the conversation she has with the billionaire this morning.
“Let’s go people!” She hears the fat chef call out to all the hired servers. “Plates need to be picked up and you all need to be out the door!”
She picks up her plate, dusting away the extra parsley as she walks out of the kitchen and down the hall into the dining room. She looks up at the crowd noticing the large, stained table she’s shared meal after meal with Sergey gone, pushed to the side to make more room for the standing guests.
“Thank you.” She hears whispered to her as she notices a set of fingers pick up a crab roll from her tray.
“You’re welcome.” She says, spitting out the last syllable as she notices the billionaire standing
beside her chewing.
“Shelby.” She hears him whisper. “Shelby, don’t be like this.”
“I have serving to do.” She whispers back to him, walking away before she feels his hand wrap around her wrist.
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