The Bratty Heiress

My throat was dry as I open my eyes and looked at my surroundings. The ceiling was high, the room was spacious, the sheets were soft and clean.

But what I didn’t expect was him laying bare-chested sleeping peacefully beside me. I could see his tattoos decorating his chest and his muscled arms, all the way down to his abs, and even lower down covered by his pants. Damn! Wait what the…

“All you have to do is ask and I will strip naked for you my little vixen…” his bedroom voice was sexy and manly, thankfully the pain in my arm redirected my focus from his seductive manner.

My eyes were watery in an instant.

Damn it, Olga, this is what you call self hurt. You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself. But I knew, I would do it again in a heartbeat…

“Come, sit up and drink your pain meds.”

“I can’t… it hurts,” I whined at him.

“Well, you should think twice before you cut yourself.” He carefully seated me, my arm was neatly bandaged. My stained top was gone, at least I was covered with an oversize T-shirt which I assumed was his.

“Why?” I was asking his reason, and I knew he realizes what I was asking about. Him taking me hostage was way beyond his revenge with Luka, I was not his wife. I might be his girlfriend, but that was it. The love thing was debatable.

He gave me a glass of water with two pills while raising his eyebrow telling me to take it without even saying a word. There was something different in him that made the gesture seemed sincere. So I did, I take the pills and swallowed it without even questioning what is it.

Mehh… he would kill me by now if he wanted to.

“You intrigued me. You’re beautiful, brave, and honestly just plain crazy.”

Wait… okay…

brother, his freaking brother..?

“Err… thank you. So, you will let me go?”

He chuckled as he takes my glass, and put it aside for me.

“You want to go back to him? why? you stayed at your friend’s and didn’t go back until your father told you to five days later. And yes, I’ve been keeping my eyes on you.”

Damn… I got two stalkers now. Is there something in my forehead saying stalker only? Seriously, I would…

“Olga… you’re drifting away again…” he said taking a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ear.

“Yeah, I do that from time to time. I want to go back to my dad? look, at least let me call him. And let him know I’m good. And I don’t know … what am I doing here again?”

“I’ll let you call your father later, I need them to worry a little bit longer. So, why is Luka not claiming you by now?”

The mentioned of his name made me suffocated… there’s a pain in my heart, making me instinctively bite my lip trying to hold my tears from falling.

“Hey, come here…” he pulled me onto his naked tattooed chest, and I finally cried in his embrace.

I hated that the nerdy ass could still make me cry, even when he was not thinking about me. That whole five days I’ve been waiting for him to contact me, for him to tell me to go back to him. Cause I would go back to him the second he asks, but there was nothing… not even a text message from his side.

Maybe that was it, maybe I was just his fling, maybe I was…

“Why don’t you go to sleep. I got you… then later, you can call your father.” His voice was soothing, his body was warm and he kept on caressing my hair telling me just to sleep it off. Until I finally did.

It must’ve been hours later when I was woken up with a throbbing feeling on my arm. God… Demyan is so going to make it up for this.

He was not there, I tried to get up but the pain was so immense that my tears fall again.

Damn it, Olga! Stop crying woman, just take the pills and sleep it off again.

Easy for you to say… yes you! It freaking hurt damn it. Yes, I know it’s my own damn fault but it’s Demyan… seriously that papa bear is worth cutting your arm with a hunting knife. I don’t know about Luka, I could stab him with one right now.

Gahh…

I finally sighed when I managed to sit myself up, and take the pills and gulp it down with a glass of water.

The throbbing feeling subsided moments later, I decided to search for the bathroom when I feel the need to empty my bladder.

The simple task proved to be very difficult with an arm injury. I even shed a tear, when I tried to pull my panties back on. Then I heard it, my stomach growl as it seeks for attention.

Okay… now, where’s the tattooed drug lord. I need to…

“Hey, you’re up…” he greeted me, as he entered the lavish bedroom.

Well… well… I never knew I had the power to summoned the guy from my thoughts.

“Hungry, need food. No veggies, I’m a proud carnivore, but I’ll take pizza any day.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He laughed and told me to sit down on the sofa, saying that the doctor had arrived to stitch my wound.

“Wait what?! I thought it was done? It’s nicely bandaged already… I’m sure it’ll be just fine…”

I was terrified of stitches, I fall down from monkey bars when I was little and my knees were stitched and it hurt like hell. It was an experience I’d never wanted to go through again.

“Sit. Maybe next time you would think about the consequences before you go through with your impulses.”

The older man came into the room escorted by his men, then he was seated on the sofa in front of me. While Yegor told his men to prepare my dinner. Wow… how long was I out?

The doctor carefully unwrapped my bandage but I was teary already, seriously fearing of what was going to come.

“Look maybe you should just make me unconscious for this? I’m good. I don’t think I can’t. Doc… I can’t, please… it hurts…”

I was being a baby, cause I was truly afraid of the stitching part.

“Are you sure you’re okay miss? I thought this was self-inflicted… Yegor? I can’t do it with her moving around.”

“I have a thing with stitches, yes it’s self-inflicted. But just because this drug kingpin decide he was going to off my guard, and Demyan is my favorite…”

I was babbling, when Yegor seated himself behind me and made me rest my back to his chest while he was keeping my arm steady in his gentle grasp. I could feel him smiling in my ear as he whispered his soothing words.

“Maybe we should do this another time? I don’t think I’m mentally prepared for this… maybe I should eat first?… yeah, everything is better with a full stomach…”

The doctor seemed to be amused by my state of panic, saying that he was nowhere near stitching my wound. That he was still carefully unwrapping my bandage. Apparently that act alone he said took more time because I keep on fidgeting my arm.

That was until Yegor hold it still for me, while his other hand took my head to his chest and keeping me there, not letting me see as the doctor worked on my hand.

His manly cologne invades my sense of smell, and it pleasantly calms my nerve down. Then I could feel his warmth and hear his steady heartbeat. I could feel as he kisses the top of my head, he tried to calm me down once again when I feel my arm was exposed to air, meaning that it was no longer…

But then I felt it, the slight pinch of the needle. My other hand gripped his shirt tightly, my face pressed firmly to his chest. My breathing was labored, I was teary but keeping myself as still as possible.

Time passed slowly, while he kept on caressing and kissing my hair until I could feel him relaxed, and his hold on me was not as firm as before.

“Is it done?” I slowly turned my head to look at my arm, and then I saw it the prominent long black stitches lined on my arm.

I gasped and shuddered looking at it and retreated back to his chest, which made him chuckle and tell the doctor to hurry up and wrapped up my wound. While his hand caressed and he kissed the top my head again.

Fifteen minutes later the ordeal was over, and I was rewarded by a deep dish meat and cheese pizza.

“Okay, I have to admit the reward is pretty impressive. So, where’s the doctor? Isn’t he going to dine with us?”

He looked at me a bit confused.

“What? Why?” I asked while taking a sip of my drink.

“He’s the helper.”

“Huh? Are you serious? Woah… you are.”

“It’s our dinner, I’m eating with you. End of conversation.”

“Mmmh.. hmm…”

I was leaving him on his high horse dreamland, where his doctor is treated as the helper. You might think that he’s a member of the royal kingdom rather than a drug lord… well maybe he’s an actual lord in some messed up aristocracy.

“Princess, talk to me…”

“Why princess?” I asked him as I took another slice of the pizza.

I get why Luka would call me that pet name, but him? Mehh… I’m genuinely curious.

“You look like one. You’re beautiful, I said that already, now eat.”

He looks uncomfortable, so I let him be. But I almost choked when he added.

“And I want you.”