Bratva-Ivan

Teasing

Ivan

I absolutely cannot believe what I just heard. Date other people? Over my de*d body.

I knew she was fu*king with me. And succeeding. I hurt her, and she was getting back at me. And I deserved it. Had roles been reversed, and I walked in on something like that, there would be a bo*y soon after.

I'd let her have this moment. Revenge or whatever. But believe me, once I got her under me again she would be punished.

And I don't mean run of the mill sp*nking. I mean a full on Dom scene, in my ki*k room.

It wasn't Whiz ki*ky, but I certainly had my moments. Mostly I was waiting for the right woman, who was most certainly Olivia.

I took Veronica into that room one night. It felt so wrong. Like she would somehow use it against me if I pis*ed her off.

Why did I even get wrapped up in her? After finding Olivia, I became more and more confused as to what I ever saw in her. Well, whatever it was, it evaporated quickly. And now I had this little princess haunting my dreams and keeping me at arms length.

Well I would certainly wine and dine my princess. I'd woo her. I'd make it so she couldn't stop herself from touching me. Game on.

Olivia

I woke up the next morning with quite the impressive hangover. I felt like sh*t. After me and Ivan's discussion, I thought for sure he'd run for the hills. I imagine a man like him didn't chase women.

But I woke up to a shocking text.

*Be ready at 6 o'clock princess. Date #1 will commence. I'll pick you up. 😉😘*

Oh. Well then. I guess I should see what he has in store for me so I can dress accordingly.

*Is that so? Well what should I wear?*

*I'd say nothing, but I've promised a life of celibacy for you, so something that covers you completely please *

I snorted. Jerk.

*Gee thanks for the help. Guess I'll wear a garbage bag 😒*

*😂 Wear something nice. I'm wining and dining you. See you soon princess.*

Ugh. I don't own anything nice. Guess I need to go shopping.

I finally convinced Hatchet to let me go out to get a dress. He gave me 1 hour and about 6 of his men. Of course Yelena had to come too. That meant Whiz was also coming. As we were leaving, Hatchet held me back and reached into his wallet.

"Here. Take some extra cash and get something nice. Make Ivan fall to his knees." He winked.

Such a dad vibe.

"Hatchet, I have money. I can't take this."

"I know you have money, Olivia, treat yourself. You're always helping everyone, including this club. You're like a daughter to me."

My heart clenched. He was like a dad to me. We had spent many late nights chatting. About everything. He knew about my past, every detail. And I knew about his. His dad's mur*er. The love he had for his old lady. How she was mur*ered in front of him. How he barely held it together. He was such a sweet man.

Don't get me wrong. You did not fu*k with Hatchet. He was scary when he was mad, or when someone he cared about was in danger or hurt. He got his name for a reason. His favorite we*pon.

Fine. I'd take the da*n money. But I'd be making it up in chores later.

"Thanks Hatchet. For everything."

"No problem Oli. Have fun. But be safe. You stay around the guys."

And with that, he bear hugged me, nearly knocking the wind out of me, and kissed my forehead. I smiled.

An hour later I finally had my outfit picked out. I'd sneak Hatchets money back into his pocket later.

It might be bold. A burgundy mini dress with matching stilettos. I also bought a nice pair of matching bra and panties. Not like he'd see it but he might get a glimpse. And driving him crazy was kind of a vibe.

Payback if you will.

Ivan

I was nervous. I had never been on a date in my life. But leave it to Olivia to break down my walls.

I mean I never had a reason to. I didn't care enough. Women were a dime a dozen and I just plowed right on through.

But not anymore. If Olivia did decide she didn't want me, I would never be the same. Shed ruin for other women.

So here I was at the MC, sweating ba*ls in my slacks and button-up shirt holding a bouquet of flowers. My jaw clenched at the looks I was getting. Ya me, Pakhan, simping.

And then I saw Hatchet. He had that 'I kinda want to ki*l you look.'. Don't get me wrong, Hatchet was a beast of a man, but I could definitely bring him down. But we were friends and basically partners, and most of all, I know he loved my princess. And he was protecting her in my absence. So I had no choice but to follow him when he summoned me.

"I'm not going to make a big ordeal about this, Ivan. You're a friend and we have a great relationship. But Oli is like a daughter to me."

Oli? Da*n. They were close. I'd be jealous normally, but I knew she was indeed like a daughter.

"For the love of everything, do not hurt her. Not again. She's going through enough. She likes you. Alot. And the whole time she's been under our protection, I have never seen anything but love for people she cares about. She is tough. I have no doubt she would round house kick your head off your shoulders, but she is also sensitive. She feels hard."

He was right. About all of it. Olivia was strong. But she was also sensitive. And I did hurt her. Over and over. Just by not acting. Im an i***t.

"I get it Hatchet. And I'm thoroughly grateful to you for protecting her. I promise I'll hurt myself before I hurt her ever again. I'm an i***t. I fu*ked up. I don't know how to do relationships, but I'm trying for her. For us."

"You're a good man, Ivan. Do right by her. You're also about to pis* yourself when you see her." He smirked, slapping my shoulder and walked away.

Well that, was something.

When she finally made it downstairs, I realized how right Hatchet was. She....looked like a goddess. And the stares she was getting made me kind of want to fight every man and woman here.

Maybe I can seduce her. I shouldn't push her, but she was pushing me in this dress.

She's the devil in heels.

Olivia

I did not expect him to drive me a few hours away for dinner, but here we were.

"Where are we going?"

"I booked a restaurant in a small town out west. They apparently have the best food in the state."

"Wait, you booked the entire restaurant? That seems a bit unnecessary."

Sometimes I forget how rich he is. We had money in Mexico, but it was covered in bl*od, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Not that Ivan's Bratva didn't have blo*d on their hands, but they had far more good businesses than the Cartel.

"Stop over thinking Olivia. I can see the steam from here. Just let me impress you tonight and earn you back."

He's right. I needed to relax. This was about us seeing where this goes. If it goes anywhere.

The restaurant was beautiful. Classic Italian with marble accents. And sure enough, he booked the entire restaurant out. A single table in the middle of the room sat, adorned with candles.

OK, he really was trying. It was kind of sweet.

We ate in comfortable silence and enjoyed a bottle of wine.

Afterwards, he took me a movie. It felt ike how a normal date should be.

Until after. He booked a hotel for a night so we could go back in the morning. The bottle of wine didn't help that decision. Sneaky.

But when we walked in, to my surprise there were two beds. Interesting.

"You didn't think I was going to try to take advantage of you, did you princess?"

I rolled my eyes. He was walking a fine line. He knew exactly what he was doing. And I might have fun with this.

I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.

"Olivia." He growled out.

"What? I'm not sleeping with my dress on."

"I brought you a shirt to sleep in. You can't possibly tease me like this, Olivia. I'm trying to control myself, but you're making it impossible."

"We're just sleeping, Ivan. Relax." I pushed the covers down and crawled in. Ivan was practically heaving with his fist clenched, eyes wide. I smirked.

"Go to bed Ivan, it's late." He shook his head like he was shaking himself out of a trance. He practically ripped the buttons off his shirt taking it off, like it was on fire.

Da*n. I could never get enough of looking at his bare chest. Bulging muscles, tattoos. OK, maybe this was a bad idea. I could see if backfiring on me.

Sh*t.