Pavel began to thrust again and, this time, Ella knew it was to the end. She reached down and took hold of his balls and massaged them gently. She felt them start to swell. She loved the effect she was having on him. When he started to grunt, she leaned to his ear and whispered, I want your sperm inside me, now. This shoved him over the edge. When she felt his seed gushing into her, Ella had her third orgasm.
Twelve weeks, Pavel. What the hell are you playing at? Abram shouted at Pavel, who was sitting in Abrams office. I asked you to do that job twelve weeks ago, and what have you done? Nothing. Don't you remember what I have done for you? Without me, you would be nothing, just a poor man in a back water in Russia. Abram's face had turned purple with rage. Pavel couldn't remember a time when he'd spoken to him so harshly. Do you have so little regard for me that you lie to me. You told me you would do it, and you haven't. You're a liar. If you don't do it by the end of the week, I'll have you balls cut off. One thing you should never forget is that without my support that shitty little business of yours would dwindle like a candle on a damp night. Don't forget that. There are two things I want to know from you now. First, when will you get this job was done and second when will you propose to my daughter?
Pavel looked at Abram, who was busy wiping saliva from his tie, and tried to decide how he should respond. Pavel was angry, angrier than he had ever been. How dare he speak to him like that? After his silence. After all the dirty jobs he'd done for him, all those poor people he'd frightened to death.
You seem to have forgotten why you have been so generous to me over the years. The real reason. It's not because you like me is it? I will do this job for you Abram, and it will be the last one. On the subject of your daughter, she can go screw herself, as far as I'm concerned. I've never known a more obnoxious woman in my life. Pavel stood up and headed for the door.
Nobody insults my daughter like that. You will never marry now. I will kill any woman who comes near you. You ungrateful bastard.
Pavel slammed the door and decided to take the stairs. He didn't feel safe in the elevator now. As he reached the ground floor, his cellphone rang.
Hi honey, Ella said. How's your day going?
I've had better days. How are you, my sweet?
You'd better come home, I need to talk to you.
When Pavel got home, he found Ella, sitting on the terrace drinking tea. She didn't see him at first. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. She was playing with her hair and reading a book. She was a vision of loveliness the like of which he had never seen. He'd known since the first time they had made love in the swimming pool that he loved her, and now it was time to tell her.
Hi, what are you up to? he said as he pulled a chair up.
Pavel, I....I...... she burst into tears.
What? What's the matter.
This morning I was sick so.... she couldn't finish her sentence
Did you eat something dodgy, he asked.
No. I'm pregnant.
Pavel thought for a moment as the shock rolled over him. That's the most fantastic news I've ever heard in my life, he said, as he beamed at her.
Really? she said wiping away her tears
Yes. I love you, Ella. I would give up everything I have to be with you. And now you're carrying our baby. My God, that's such fantastic news, I can't tell you.
But I thought you might think it was too early and be angry or worse want me to have an.......
Never, he interrupted. I want you to marry me.
Pavel sat in his car and looked across at the house he was about to visit. It was a mansion behind a high wall and wrought iron gates. There was a security guard sitting in a wooden hut just inside the gate. He drove up to the gate and waited for the guard to come out.
My name is Pavel Belyakov, I have come to see Mr. Rasmussen. Please tell him I have come on behalf of Abram Volkov.
The guard went away and didn't appear again. The gate swung open, and Pavel drove up to the house. It was a large house set in it's own grounds. A tall man opened the door.
I'm Stephan Rasmussen, the guard told me you have come on behalf of Mr Volkov.
Yes sir. My name is Pavel Belyakov. Mr. Volkov asked me to come and have a word with you about the property deal.
I told Mr Volkov that his offer wasn't good enough, I was expecting him to improve it or tell me he no longer wanted to buy the property.
Mr. Rasmussen, do you think I could come in for a minute and explain to you Mr Volkov's position.
Rasmussen motioned with his arm for Pavel to enter the house, and he did so. Inside it smelled of fresh bread, and it made Pavel's stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was now seven in the evening.
Please sit down, Pavel, Rasmussen said when they had entered the sitting room. Pavel sat on the couch and Rasmussen on an armchair. The room was cozy, and Pavel noticed pictures of young children on the mantle above the fireplace. How can I help you, Rasmussen continued.