In the afternoons, Misha and I ate lunch with Maxwell. I enjoyed the funny man from New York and loved his accent. He reminded me so much of home.
In the evenings, I played 3D chess with Circuit while Misha met with Naveen and Maxwell. Only God knew what those three plotted as I played. Circuit had no patience with my trying to learn this new game. Still, he took his time, teaching each move to me.
And every night, Misha and I made love with no care in the world.
Grandma always called two times every day. Each conversation she had me laughing. Instead of Rolan taking her straight to Misha’s family castle in Prague, he carried her off on an adventure to Latvia—a country she’d never even heard of. Apparently, he had a home there with a full staff. Grandma stressed to me that she slept in her own bedroom, but there was a giddiness to that explanation that made me wonder if other things were going on.
She was having a blast in Latvia. There, she sampled the local cuisine—maizes zupa which was a Latvian dessert of bread soup, piradzini which were crescent-shaped pastries full of onions, bacon, cabbage, and creamy cottage cheese, and finally wiener schnitzel. She’d found her favorite dish was grilled pork and dill-butter smothered potatoes. Rolan took her to the Town Hall Square in Riga—the capital of Latvia. She explored the famous buildings that sat on the square—the House of the Blackheads, the Latvian Occupation Museum, and the Baroque Clock Tower.
On and on, she spoke of her adventures with such excitement. I was so happy that Rolan had truly given her a vacation. I couldn’t think of the last Grandma had gone on one. Usually, when she took time off, it was for my recital or to help her brother in New Orleans with an emergency.
After a few days of peace, Misha believed it would be a good time to come up from the underground and have the meeting with Mrs. Hightower. Not only was I excited to talk with my new agent, I couldn’t wait to be above ground and breathe in some fresh air.
To celebrate our outing, Misha ordered outfits for everyone and had them delivered to us. For me, he bought a black Alexander McQueen pants suit. It was a slim fit and displayed a unique designing. The blazer boasted leaf crepe with lace trim along the lapel. The same lace trim was in the jacket’s back, exposing the lower half of my back under the lace. Everything fit with no problem. I put it on and placed my hair in a neat bun.
Once I was dressed, I sat on the bed and waited for the biggest diva in the room. “What are you doing over there, Misha?”
“Making sure it fits just right.” While my attire said business with a sexy edge, Misha wore something more stylish. Staring in the mirror, Misha buttoned his jacket, turned around, and checked himself out.
I laughed.
He snapped his attention to me. “What? Is the color too much?”
“You’re primping in the mirror is too much.”
“I’m escorting you to your new agent. I want to look less like a thug and more like a CEO with a flair for fashion.”
“You’ve never looked like a thug to me.”
“That’s because you love my cock.” He brushed the jacket off by his shoulder and studied himself in the mirror again. “Throughout the city, rumors are rising of Leonid and my exploits. I don’t want that to hurt your career.”
I gave him a sad smile. “What is meant for me will come. Period. Nothing or no one will stop my blessings. So don’t worry.”
“Hmmm.” Misha stepped back. “It still doesn’t hurt to put—”
Someone knocked.
“Come in.” Misha turned around.
Maxwell strolled in wearing the same suit that Misha had on. “A pink jacket? I don’t know, man. And why are we always dressed the same?”
“Because you love it.” Misha looked back in the mirror. “And this isn’t pink. It’s old rose.”
Maxwell frowned. “This shit is pink.”
I giggled.
Maxwell looked at me. “What do you think of my twin and me? Do we look gay as fuck?”
“First of all, gay is not a color.” I grinned, rose from the bed, and walked over to Misha. When I got to him, I slipped my fingers along the jacket. “Second, I love the style.”
Whether old rose or pink, the jacket was high end and designed with lavishness in mind. It definitely consisted of a combination of cashmere, silk, and linen. It wasn’t severely tailored. This was more of a casual fit. Both men’s attire was complete with black pants and shirts.
“Very chic.” Still slipping my hands along his jacket, I circled Misha.
He watched me in the mirror. Lust blazed in his eyes.
I stopped behind him and whispered, “I’m going to enjoy taking this off later.”