Her Volkovs #Book 3

Chapter 22

Belle's POV

The next morning, I took my luggage and looked for my underwear because I could not find any in

Nikolai's walk in closet. Perhaps my undergarments are still here.

While I'm scouring for my stuffs, a card fell down the floor which I instantly recognize. This was

Sawyer's letter to me months ago when he decided to go to his dad's in California for rehab therapy. He

left a number for me to call but I never got the chance to call him.

I picked up the phone from the small table and sat on the side of the bed to dial Sawyer. After three

rings somebody answered.

"Hello, Saywer?"

"Oh Saywer's in the bathroom. Whose this? Can I just get a message?" Said a man's voice.

"Uh.. yah. This is Belle. I'm just checking up on him...."

I was about to ask how's Saywer doing but then I heard the man yelled. "Yo! Bro! Somebody is

checking up on you. It's a girl!"

"Yah?" That's Sawyer. I can hear the shower in the background and the echoing sound.

"Yah! Her voice is sexy as fuck I'm gonna talk to her and ask for her number."

Geeez, I'm still here. I can perfectly hear you, whoever you are.

"Okay." Sawyer answered.

"Thanks Bro! By the way, her name is Belle! THE Belle. The one you have been buzzing about non

stop since you came here! Ha!"

"Don't fuck with me Peyton!"

"I'm not fucking with you Bro."

"Okay, if that's really her, ask her what food she begged me to buy her the first time we went out."

"Hey sweetheart..."

"Yah, I heard. I heard everything, Pey-ton! The answer is Bagel. Delicious Bagel."

"Hamburger!" He yelled at Sawyer. At this point it's taking a lot in me not to spit profanities to this

annoying friend of Sawyer.

"Go fuck yourself Peyton! I'm taking a shower."

"Bagel!"

After Peyton said that there's this rumbling sound in the background I dont know what happened but I

guess the phone was knocked down or something.

"Wear a fucking underwear bro! Youre disgusting! God!" Said Peyton.

"Hey..... Belle?" My heart instantly melted upon hearing Sawyer call my name.

~

I wore a black long sleeve crop top and short shorts for dinner and let my shoulder length hair down.

I'm gonna make sure that I look and feel sexy for as long as I can because I know that few weeks from

now, I will be carrying a ball in my stomach. Not that I'm complaining. In fact, I'm already excited!

There's this certain amount of happiness somewhere in my heart right now. Somehow I feel content.

Perhaps because now I know that Nikolai and Alexie did not cheat on me. That they remained faithful

to me from the beginning.

Nikolai, Alexei, Dimitri and the other boys are already in the dining room when I arrived. The long shiny

wooden table is now filled with food like there's a party or something. Well, ever since Matushka

decided to live here, every meal always feels like a party. There's just too much delicious food.

Matushka made me sit beside Nikolai, or what can be properly called the King's Throne. Alexei is

sitting right next to Nikolai on the other side, across my seat.

Nikolai and Alexei are sporting smiles on their faces while talking. Well everyobody is in high spirits in

the Volkov residence.

"How are you feeling princess Belle?"

"I'm fine Matushka. Uhmmm.. By the way, Ill be having a visitor tonight." I placed the table napkin

around my collar as I prepare to eat.

"Really? That's nice. Who's your visitor? Is it Amylinda?"

"Well Amy will be here as well but my visitor is Sawyer."

I swear the moment I mentioned Sawyer's name I instantly felt that Nikolai and Alexei shoot daggers of

stare at me as if waiting for an explanation.

I invited Sawyer to come over the house instead of me going out to meet him. And I think I'm starting to

regret that decision.

"Why did you have to invite him here?" Said Nikolai.

"The fuck does he want from you?" Said Alexei.

Geez. Belle, did you hear that? Congratulatons to your 3rd and 4th parents.

"Would you two rather I go out to meet him somewhere else?"

They did not answer.

"Ah, I think it's nice that Belle has visitors from time to time. Who's this Sawyer, princess?"

"The disabled fucker who has a crush on her." Said Alexei while looking at me intently.

I just ignored him and focused my attention to Matushka.

"He was my upstair neighbour. I used to take care of him when his mother went to a business trip. He

used to be a college football quarterback before he figured into an accident. Last time I heard about

him, he went to California to check into rehab for his injuries. He's really a nice kid Matushka."

Nikolai snorted like he heard the most ridiculous statement ever.

"Well in that case, I'm excited to meet this Sawyer as well. Don't worry boys Ill make sure that things

are in order tonight." Said Matushka to the two.

"Yuri, cancel all my meetings. We're all staying in the house today." Nikolai uttered without a hint of

humor in his voice.

Whatever. I don't care.

When I finished two servings of everything on the table I decided to retire because I feel like sleeping

again. If I really think about it, pregnancy really rocks. I mean, I can eat whatever and however I want to

eat without being judged.

"Matushka, may I be excused?"

"Sure dear, would you want to have dessert first before excusing yourself?"

"Oh, what's for dessert?"

"Me." Nikolai butts in.

Alexei wasnt able to hold back a snort from escaping his mouth the moment Nikolai inserted himself in

the conversation.

"Well in that case, I'll pass." I retorted while attempting to stand up.

"Oohhh...Burn." Said Dimitri.

"Are you sure you don't want dessert?" Nikolai insisted.

"Yep." I answered, popping the letter p. "Dessert doesnt look delicious." I added with a sprinkle of

insult.

"That's not what you said when you molested me last night."

Oh my god! I instantly felt my face flush. So he was awake last night while I was licking him. I hurridly

turn my back and walked out of the dining room.

When I'm already walking up the stairs, I found myself smiling. There's this tiny little fire burning in my

heart that is too warm to deny.

~

Irene stood up from her chair, hugged Nikolai from the back and kissed him on his forehead. "My poor

baby boy, she would want your dessert eventually. One step at a time. A velvet touch for your delicate

queen."

~

The night when Belle went down the guest bedroom to check up on Nikolai.

When Alexei felt Belle remove herself from his arms, he knew where the princess will go, so he quickly

dialed his phone to call his brother.

Alexei: "She's coming over to you, don't fuck this up!"

Nikolai: "How am I supposed to do that? She gets mad at every move I make. She's coming here that

must mean she's willing to forgive me. And don't fucking tell me what to do with my wife."

Alexei: "Jesus christ brother! Will you just fucking listen to me? Any second now she will be at your

door. Just don't be yourself tonight. Fucking do what I say and youre gonna thank me in the morning!

-end of call-

~

Belle's POV

I just took a bath and scouring Nikolai's closet to get something to wear for dinner. I'm so excited to see

Sawyer after months in rehab! He said he has a surprise for me and I hope it's good news about his

condition.

While I'm scanning my clothes Nikolai barged in the walk in closet. He then knelt in front of me and

wrapped his arms around my waist and I think I know what he's going to do.

"Hey buddy..." He kissed my abdomen as he starts to talk to our baby once again. "Can you grow big

already? Pa is so excited to see you my boy. I've got a lot of things to teach you. How about we'll start

with how to get the girls?"

Oh god no. "Nikolai you're the least qualified person in this whole world to give advice to our baby on

how to win over a girl. Leave that part to Alexei for mankind's sake."

"What's wrong with me? I won you over perfectly."

Yah, first by manipulating your way to make me sleep on your bed the first night that we were together

by purposely not fixing my door which just happened to be conveniently destroyed by Alexei. And do I

need to remind this man about what he did to wed me? I can go on all day, the list is quite long.

"Don't make me explain Nikolai. It will take me three days tops to enumerate what's wrong with you

teaching our baby how to win over girls."

"You were not listening to me. Who said about winning girls over? I said getting the girls. Why win them

if my boy can just have them?"

You see this is the problem. This man thinks that what he does is okay or acceptable and I'm betting

that this is how Vyacheslav raised Nikolai to be. To be just like him. Nobody would dare tell him what he

does is wrong because he is the Boss. Nobody questions the Boss. And I'm afraid he will raise my child

to be just like him.

"Nikolai that's exactly why it's better that Alexei will handle that part of the teaching process. And

besides, what made you think that we are having a boy? What if it's a girl?"

"Hmmm...ill make her wear boys clothes so no motherfuckers will lay their eyes on my baby girl."

Oh god, why do I have this strong feeling that he will do exactly as he says? I am silently praying that

this little one is a boy because if it's a girl, I can just imagine the things her fathers will do just to fend off

the boys away from her when she grows up. She will be scarred for life. I cringe just by thinking about

it.

"Nikolai, just no. And will you please get up and get off of me? Sawyer will be here any minute now and

I'm still not dressed."

He landed kisses on my abdomen and on top of my femme I cant help but flinch because of the sudden

electric volts running from my femme up to my spine.

"Did I just hear somebody moan?"

"I did not!" Oh god. Did I?

"All you have to do is ask baby. My tongue is ready to worship this pussy."

I immediately pushed him away, but the crazy man just chuckled.

"Nikolai...Get off of me."

He lets out an impatient sigh, stood up and took a long sleeve shirt and pants from his side of the

closet and shoved it to me.

"Wear these. Don't show your legs and titties. Do as I say or your friend will accidentally drown at the

Hudson river. End of." And with that he exited the closet dismissing the conversation.