Chapter Thirty

                                    

                                          
Kazimir
I watched as she walked down the hallway towards the room she had switched to. Her ass moved ever so slightly in the dress and the back did me no favors. The amount of times I had to adjust my pants when I was near her. She looked so fucking sexy in that dress of hers.
The amount of times I wanted to take her away from Vincenzo. He did it on purpose, but I showed him no mind. It was the occasional touch to her hair and her waist. He did it to Megan as well, but Alexei was better than me. 
I could tell he wasn't bothered by it that much. I didn't like the fact he was touching her. We weren't even sleeping in the same bed anymore and I was angry. 
I hoped buying the necklace for her would make it better. I saw the way her eyes lit up, just like the diamonds when she saw them. Her curiosity to see who it was going for and who had bought it. The necklace wasn't worth twenty million, but just to stop others from buying it I went that high up.
I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she saw it. She went into the bedroom and the door shut behind her. I went into my room and I took off my jacket. I placed it down on the couch, and I unbuttoned the waistcoat.
I couldn't get her out of my mind. All I could think about was her. That fucking dress, the way it hugged her body. Showing off her curves, showing off her ass and her breast. I needed her in my bed and to be inside of her. 
I was getting blue balls, because of her. If I wanted to I could have another woman brought here even women, but no my cock only wants her. My mind and body only wants her. I took off the waistcoat and the more I thought of her body under me, the harder I got. 
I threw the waistcoat to the side and every part of me was calling towards her. I unbuttoned the shirt, remembering her eagerness when we were at the restaurant pulling off my shirt. The way she moaned my name as well. 
My cock pushed against the fabric of my pants and boxers. I undid my pants and I took those off as well, I was contemplating if I should go to her. Maybe ask her how she found out today, did she enjoy it? Ask her about her hair.
I was curious to know how she wore a wig with such long braids? Did she take them out or cut them? I needed an excuse to talk to her, see her and maybe even touch her.
I didn't fucking care that I was in my boxers, I wanted her to see what she did to me. How she made me hard like a horny teenager, just her. I walked out of the bedroom, not paying my men any attention.
I didn't even look at Mikhail as I went into her room. When I walked in, she wasn't in the bedroom. I looked around to see if she had gotten undressed at least.
"Hello?"
She pops her head out of the bathroom and she sees me standing there. She furrowed her eyebrows, then she relaxed. Her wig was off and her braids were flowing down just like before at the same length. What? 
"Kazimir, how can I help you?"
"Your hair, how did you do it like that?" I asked.
"Did you seriously come in here to talk to me about my hair?" She laughs.
She came out of the bathroom still wearing the dress and she looked at my body. Maybe I should have put on clothes first. 
"No, but I'm just curious."
I went to sit down on her couch and I covered my dick with my hands. She noticed, I could see she had. She didn't say anything about it. 
"They just braided my braids and wrapped it up and put the wig on top," she explains.