Deep Trouble with You

15 Unexpected Visitors

Ann’s soft lips, smooth curves, firm breasts, and ass didn’t leave my brain even in my sleep!

Since yesterday, the smell and taste of her skin have been haunting me everywhere. I desperately wanted a continuation of what we started yesterday! And today I plan to finally pin the beauty to the floor, and maybe even put her on all fours—but first on her knees in front of me… maybe after I get on my knees in front of her…

Fuck! Hard again! I just hope the guys don’t notice, otherwise they won’t understand why I’ve got a b***r while we’re unloading motorcycle parts! Sure, I love machinery and my business, but not that much! Otherwise I’ll be hearing snickers about it for weeks.

“These crates go to the second bay,” I point to part of the shipment, giving orders to the workers. “And those go to the garage—let the guys sort and shelve them.”

I walk through the new arrivals, marking orders and the regular fresh deliveries.

“These two motorcycles and that moped go on display—place them in the main hall near the left window. And I’ll call the owners of these beauties right now and personally give them the good news,” I inspect the two Suzukis with satisfaction. They were ordered as a pair by a married couple of motorcycle racers—black for the husband, bright red for the wife. Along with them, they also ordered sets of special riding suits and helmets with custom airbrushing by a well-known artist.

I wonder if Ann would agree to learn how to ride a steel horse? I’ll find out today, if we actually have time to talk. My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing.

“Nazar, buddy!” I hear Alex’s cheerful voice. “Long time no see. Let’s hit some club tonight! Pick up some chicks…”

“No, without me,” I cut him off, heading back to my office to call the clients and tell them their orders have arrived. “I’m done with clubs.”

“You?!” Alex bursts out laughing, almost wheezing. “That’s funny. Stop joking like that,” my friend can’t calm down.

“I’m serious, Alex,” I say without a trace of a smile, stepping into the office and watching through the window as the workers unload the goods.

“Oh come on… Don’t tell me you met some patriotic virgin and you’re going to trade your massive selection of beauties for one single green skirt!” my friend snorts.

“Watch your mouth,” I warn calmly, because Alex knows perfectly well I could easily knock someone’s teeth out just for giving me a crooked look. “And she’s not some patriotic virgin—she actually has a son.”

“Do you even hear yourself? Since when are you interested in single moms? With your standards! And you think you’ll last like that for long?” the guy asks sarcastically.

“With my standards”—the bastard knows I like quality s*x, when women know what they’re doing and actually know how to do it. But I’m sure Ann has incredible potential, and teaching her a few nuances won’t be a problem. Especially for me. She’s so sensitive and responsive that I think she’ll enjoy a lot of it… and probably get hooked on it regularly.

Kirill managed to teach Vicky all sorts of variety! He says that even the most skilled prostitutes back in the day couldn’t satisfy him the way Vicky does. Says that when feelings and love are involved, everything feels brighter and sharper.

Well, we’ll see! I’m not some loser who’s going to back down from something like that! Even if I have to show her everything from scratch! I’m not too proud—I’ll show and explain how it’s done. For Ann, I’m ready for anything in that department.

“Listen, Alex, my personal life is my business!” I start boiling over, wanting to shut up the overly talkative i***t. “I said without me—so it’s without me!”

I hang up, because I’m fed up. I still have clients to call and make happy, and he’s clinging to me with his chatter and pissing me off.

When the married couple is informed that their order has arrived, their good mood rubs off on me. A sweet couple where you can feel the love and trust between them. Even through the phone, while I was talking to both of them at once, I could feel the warmth in the way they treated each other, and it filled me with good energy too.

So, on that positive note, I step out of the office planning to go to the warehouse and give instructions about delivering the two new steel stallions to the address provided. But I nearly trip over my own feet when I see Kirill outside, wearing a cap with some Japanese writing on it, heading toward my showroom—and Ann trying to catch up with him!

Fuck! f**k! Fuuuuuck!

What the hell is he doing here?! They’re only supposed to come back in three days! And what the hell is Ann doing here?!

This is bad. Very bad!

I quickly duck behind the corner of the building and peek out in horror, watching what’s happening and praying to every god there is that Kirill will play along with me. We’ve covered each other’s asses plenty of times before. Just don’t go ballistic and don’t blow my cover.

“Oh, hi, Nazar,” Ann deftly kisses the man on the cheek, though she immediately gets embarrassed by her own impulse and lowers her eyes.

“Hi. I’m not—”

“Listen,” the brunette interrupts my brother, as if gathering her thoughts to say everything honestly. “I don’t want to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong… but maybe I can help you,” the longer she looks at Kirill, the faster her confidence fades. “I just want to help you, because you’re such a wonderful father to the kids,” my brother’s eyebrows shoot up expressively, and at that moment our eyes meet. My twin’s face darkens like a storm cloud, while I gesture frantically for him to play along. I’ll deal with him somehow later, but I can’t lose Ann right now! “I found an interesting article online from a book that describes a problem very similar to yours,” even from this distance I can hear the nervousness in my beloved’s voice. “I know it’s very hard to replace the attention of a mother who abandoned them, but according to the reviews this book has many tips that really help parents get closer to their kids when the other parent left the family.”

I can practically feel the rage radiating from my twin, and I see his jaw tightening as he stares at me. He’s never been stupid and immediately understood what’s going on.

“You’ll learn a lot about your little troublemakers if you use the methods and practices described there. It’s especially important for you and Soli, because girls aren’t always open about their problems with their dad,” Ann tries sincerely to help, and once again I fall in love with my bright angel. God, she’s incredible and so kind!

“Alright, thanks,” Kirill grinds out through clenched teeth, but then he slips into the role and softens slightly. “Sorry, but I urgently need to get to the office. A lot of urgent and killer business just came up,” the brown-haired man mutters, looking straight at me, promising me nothing good.

Well, that’s it. I’m totally screwed when it comes to my brother.