Heir to Desire: An MM Mafia Romance by Haven O'Hara

Author:Haven O'Hara [O'Hara, Haven & O'Hara, Haven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Nikolai

After we returned to the house, Mr. Ivanov insisted on washing our dirty clothes—completely bamboozled as to how they’d gotten so sullied— “Why, were you rolling around in a pig pen?” he asked—before giving us two bathrobes and making us each some tea and some chicken club sandwiches for lunch. I watched as Damien devoured his quickly, just as he had devoured me in the clearing in the woods.

I hated having to sit across the table from him. I wanted to sit next to him, or even better, on his lap as he ate. I wanted to kiss his neck and whisper sweet nothings. I wanted to tell him that I’d never felt like this before—that I’d never allowed myself to feel like this before.

Instead, we shot each other knowing glances and smiled at one another as we ate and Mr. Ivanov explained his background to me.

“My father was a butler and my grandfather before that, all the way back in the mother country,” he said, sipping on his own earl gray tea. “I enjoy the work, the orderliness, the way one quietly and modestly makes an entire manor such as your grandfather’s flow with ease—the meals, the cleaning, all of it. But your parents always wanted more for me,” he explained.

“Your mother asked me what I would want to learn if I could learn anything, and I told her I was interested in not only taking care of a house, but securing it as well. She enrolled me in a local night school for adults, paying for me to learn about security technologies, which then led to learning about cyber security, and then technology as a whole—really focusing especially on spyware, much to my professor’s chagrin and confusion.

“I continued working for your parents as a butler, but also set up our digital security system here at the manor. But the fun part, if I’m going to be honest, was learning not just how to protect from security breaches, but how to execute them myself.” Mr. Ivanov took another sip from his tea before, noticing that Damien had finished his sandwich, he passed Damien his own, which was still untouched. Damien thanked him, winked at me, and then practically inhaled it.

He’d certainly worked up an appetite back in the thicket.

“That’s just how your parents were,” Mr. Ivanov continued, watching Damien eat like a ravenous beast. “They just wanted the best for everyone around them. I can’t say your grandfather was the same as my father, but alas, he brought your mother into this world, and she changed my life.”

Then Mr. Ivanov turned towards me. “And you—what would you like to study if you could study anything?” I tried to peel my eyes away from Damien’s face, but it was painful to stop drinking in his looks. Despite being fed, in multiple ways, I was still so hungry for him.

It felt ridiculous. I loved it.

“I’m supposed to go to NYU to study politics,” I said to Mr. Ivanov.

“Why politics?” Mr. Ivanov asked.

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