My Russian Beast: Standalone Billionaire Romance (14 page)

“
A
re
you certain you don’t need me to accompany you?” Sergei asked as he followed me outside the house. Now that I was in my second trimester, the urge to puke had lessened, but it had also been replaced by a persistent spell of dizziness as well as the occasional bodily aches. It had the billionaire paranoid, enough to have him filing a leave at work against my wishes. Unfortunately, his boss – a.k.a. his father, Fyodor – had wholeheartedly approved his request, also against my wishes.

Looking up at Sergei, I tried to sound casual, saying, “It’s just a silly reunion.” My voice squeaked in the end. This tended to happen whenever I was lying, which was exactly what I was doing right now.

“Then at least let me drive you.”

“I’m going to be fine, Sergei. Stop worrying.” Changing the subject, I asked in a rush, “How do I look, by the way?”

The billionaire frowned. “Since when did you start caring about your appearance?”

“Since, umm, lately?” I could feel myself paling as I struggled to keep up with the jumble of lies in my head.

“You’ve gone white,” the billionaire gritted out. “Are you feeling dizzy again?”

Appalled at making him worry unnecessarily, I shook my head firmly. “I’m okay. I just don’t, err, want to be late.” I gave him a tentative smile. “I’d take you with me if I could, but I don’t want you to feel awkward when they start fussing on you. I’m afraid they’ll take one look at your pretty face---” When the billionaire grinned, I realized what I had just said and shut my mouth.

“I understand now,” Sergei murmured silkily. “You’re embarrassed they’ll ask you questions about your future trophy husband, and you wouldn’t be able to hide how much you love me.”

A groan of embarrassment escaped me. “Your Ego-ness,
please
.” I stared at him pleadingly. “Will you
please
show some more self-respect and stop referring to yourself as a trophy---mmph!” Sergei’s mouth suddenly covered mine, cutting the rest of my words off.

But before I could kiss him back, he had already stopped kissing me and when I opened my eyes, he stared back at me with a mocking gleam in his dark gaze.

“I’d love to kiss you more,
pchelka,
but I don’t want you to be late.”

“Oh. Umm.” Staring at his lips longingly, I heard myself say, “I’m not, uh, really going to be late?” But he was already pushing me gently towards my car and helping me behind the wheel.
Damn.
Me and my big mouth.

“One last thing,” the billionaire murmured as he straightened.

I looked up at him hopefully.

“You asked me how you look and---” A devastating grin curled on his lips. “You look like a woman who knows she’s loved.”

Oooooh.
Driving with toes curled hard inside my shoes was a challenge, but I had gotten used to it. Every little thing the billionaire said or did had the most powerful impact on me lately, never mind if I still wasn’t sure that admitting my feelings for him had been the right thing to do. It had been three days since then, and boy, those three days had been quite the emotional rollercoaster.

On the upside, knowing that we loved each other made living together a hundred – no, a thousand, a
trillion
times better. I had never realized how liberating love could be, but suddenly Sergei and I could tell each other everything, talk about anything.

And oh, the sex was over-the-top good. He was more dominant than ever now, and I loved it. Just the other day, he had suddenly commanded me to get on my knees and suck his cock while he attended to a business call. I had done so, of course, and he had returned the favor just when I least expected it, going down on me just when I was video chatting with Alyx and Anneke on FaceTime.

But then there was the downside. Last night, I had a nightmare about Sergei cheating on me, and I had woken up shivering and crying. If imagined betrayal could hurt me that much, how much worse would it be if it did happen in reality?

Sometimes, fear over the billionaire hurting me would get so bad I was tempted to just jump into my car and drive away. It didn’t help that just this morning I had overheard Sergei’s father warning him about Elsa Nilsson and how lies always had a way of coming out.

He was cheating on me
had been my first thought, but somehow I had managed to control myself from going crazy. I had told myself that it was just a typical pep talk between fathers and sons, and that if I let it get to me then I would be committing self-sabotage again, just like Alyx had warned.

And now here I am
, I thought,
about to prove to myself that I wasn’t going to run away from my happy-ever-after, even if that was exactly what I wanted to do.

After handing the keys to the valet, I hurried inside the mall and headed straight to the jewelry boutique I had called earlier. A middle-aged brunette came to meet me right away, saying cheerfully, “Welcome, Ms. Spears. We spoke earlier on the phone.”

“Therese, right?” I shook hands with her. “Thanks for accommodating me even on such short notice.”

“Everyone in town bends backward at a Grachyov’s behest,” Therese answered candidly.

“I’m not a Grachyov.” I felt like I was honor bound to make this clear even as I handed the older woman the jewelry box I sort of “borrowed” from the billionaire.

“But you will be.” Therese checked her watch. “I will have this ready in about an hour.”

“Perfect.” I gave her a thumbs-up. After leaving the boutique, I randomly chose a café to kill time, and the first person I saw upon entering was none other than the professor. He was seated alone on one of the tables, a cup of coffee in front of him.

I was stunned speechless for a moment, and the professor appeared stunned as well. But he recovered far sooner than me, his still handsome face breaking into a smile as he got to his feet. “I heard you were back.” He moved forward, and I found myself thinking he was much taller than I remembered.
And ridiculously good-looking
, I couldn’t help noticing guiltily. And now I was beginning to remember just why I had hoped this man would be my first boyfriend.
Fredericka Spears, you are one shallow woman!

And then Julian suddenly bent to kiss my cheek, and I drew away, startled. “You look radiant,” the professor murmured with a smile, looking perfectly at ease. “Join me for a drink, please.”

“I can’t drink coffee.”
Shit.
Why had I said that? I should have just said no.

Julian grinned. “Then how about lemonade? Would that do?”

I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to refuse him properly.

“If you join me, I can tell you stories about Sergei Grachyov when I was mentoring him.”

I brightened. “Yes, please.”

The professor laughed. “I’m glad to see you haven’t changed,” he murmured as he pulled out a chair for me.

“That doesn’t sound like a compliment,” I told him, making a face. As the professor returned to my seat, my phone suddenly started to ring and I jumped when I saw it was Sergei. I answered it quickly, stammering, “H-Hello?”

“How are things there,
pchelka
?”

My mind completely went blank. “Great.” I looked at the professor and said lamely, “The reunion’s just…great.” I wanted to bang my head against the table as soon as the words slipped out. I knew I shouldn’t have lied, but I had panicked, thinking if he found out there wasn’t actually a reunion, he’d find out that I also kind-of, sort-of stole my engagement ring from him.

“You sound strange. Are you certain everything’s alright?”

“Da.” Then I said quickly, “I’m sorry, I have to go. Someone’s calling me, I think we’re, umm, about to play a game. Call you later, bye.”

Julian raised a brow when I lowered my phone on the table. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but did you just lie to Sergei about where you are – or who you’re with?”

“Sort of?”

“I hope you have a good reason for it.” Julian’s tone was careful. “I’ve known him for years, and he’s not one to forgive those who lie to him.”

T
he billionaire was seated alone
in the bedroom he shared with Fredericka, staring sightlessly at the phone in his hands. He had given her a chance to explain and tell him he was mistaken about his assumptions. He had given her another chance when other people would have none at all.

But she had lied, and with it he was empty.

Unknown to Fredericka, incognito bodyguards followed her everywhere. It had been so since the first time they met, a precaution that he always took for all his loved ones.

Wanting to surprise her, he had called up one of her bodyguards to ask where she was so he could follow her, but he was the one who had been surprised instead. There was no goddamn reunion. Instead, there had only been her – and the professor.

If this had happened even a month earlier, or even a week earlier, the billionaire wouldn’t have allowed himself to be convinced so easily of her betrayal. But because the wounds left by his mother’s cold and callous words were still fresh in his brain---

You boys were just my insurance policies.

As soon as the memory took hold, it colored everything the billionaire remembered. He did not, could not, and would not believe that he was completely wrong about Fredericka. She was a woman who deserved to be loved, and he didn’t regret loving her. Even knowing that she had lied to him about her whereabouts today, he didn’t see it as a reason to question the paternity of their child.

But what he did know he had gotten completely wrong was the fact that she loved him back.

Maybe she hadn’t even lied about her feelings, maybe she had really loved him.

But what today proved was that she didn’t love him enough to completely have forgotten the professor. Maybe she never would, and maybe it wasn’t right for him to wait and want that she did.

By the time Fredericka drove back home, the last of her belongings was being transferred to the trunk of his limousine. He watched her car slow down, his expression shuttering as she came rushing out, eyes bright, cheeks flushed.

“Are we going somewhere?” Fredericka blurted out.

A curt nod to his staff had everyone filing out, and only when they were alone did the billionaire finally turn to her, saying quietly, “You’re leaving.”

Fredericka blinked. “Where am I going?”

“A hotel suite has been prepaid for your use. Tomorrow, a real estate agent will contact you with options for housing.”

As she listened to him speak, she could feel her world starting to spin faster and faster. She understood what he was saying, but at the same time she didn’t.
What was he saying?

“You can buy any house you want, as long as it’s in Rockton.”

Fear trailed its claws down her spine, and paranoia started feeding her mind with the most insidious thoughts.

You should have seen this coming---

“Sergei?” she whispered shakily. Her hand unconsciously moved up to her chest, which had started to hurt.

“My lawyer will be meeting with you as well.”

Ah, it hurt so bad. So bad.
Please God.
Please let this be a nightmare she could wake up from.

“All the arrangements will be in your favor – child support, visitation rights, the primary custody of our child will be yours. I’m making this clear now because I don’t want you to think that you’ll be alone in raising the child.”

Fredericka fought back a wave of dizziness, and her hand moved down to her tummy.
I’m okay, baby. We’re okay.

The billionaire shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “That’s all I needed to say.”

And then they were looking at each other.

No, he was looking at her,
just
looking at her, like he hadn’t wrecked her world, and the thought of it made her…snap.

Fredericka didn’t know how she reached him. All she knew was that suddenly she was right in front of him, and she was beating his chest.

He wanted her to leave?

He wanted her to choose a house?

He wanted her…no longer?

The tears rushed down her face, and she didn’t even have the strength to hold them back. She wanted to stop beating his chest long enough to ask him to please, please tell her this was all a sick joke, but she couldn’t.

Fredericka looked up at him, willing him to tell her what she wanted to hear, but he still just looked at her and her throat tightened. “You can’t do this.” Her voice broke. “You can’t.” Her fists struck his chest one more time, but the billionaire didn’t even flinch. He simply took everything in wordlessly, unmoving, and somehow this hurt her even more.

It was as if she had lost the power to reach him at all.

Her hands fell limply against her sides. “At least have the courtesy to tell me why.” When her voice cracked, her hand tightened over her tummy.
It’s okay, baby. We’re okay.
“Because this doesn’t make sense.” She looked at the billionaire, unable to stop begging him with her eyes.
Please, Sergei, Please.
“We were okay just this morning, weren’t we?”

Sergei’s fists clenched inside his pockets.

“Weren’t we?”

He started to turn away.

Pain screamed inside of her, and she choked, “Sergei, please. Just tell me what I did wrong---”

“You did nothing wrong,” he gritted out.

“Then why?” she demanded painfully.
Why make me trust you? Why make me love you?

The billionaire was almost tempted to laugh, knowing that he could have asked her the question as well.
Why couldn’t he be enough for her? Why?
He remembered how she had looked at him before she left, asking him,
How do I look, by the way?

How the fuck could she have even asked him that, knowing that she was about to meet Julian Alexeyev behind his back?

The pain of her betrayal ravaged him, and he said harshly, “I don’t owe you an explanation.” And this time, he didn’t give her a chance to say another word. Motioning for the chauffeur to step out, the billionaire ordered him to escort Fredericka into the car and take her to the hotel.

Looking back at Fredericka, he said flatly, “I won’t let you drive in the state you’re in.”

Fredericka didn’t answer, only turning away from him, and he forced himself to watch her go so that it would be clear to every part of him that it was over.

It was over.

When the chauffeur opened the car door for Fredericka, she suddenly stopped and spun to face him again, and the billionaire froze at the smile on her face. It was painfully, heartbreakingly beautiful.

“I get it,” she whispered. “I do get it, and I d-don’t blame you.”

“I don’t understand---” But the way his chest was constricting tightly was telling him he should have.

Her lips moved, her voice inaudible, and agony burst inside him, telling him that he should understand what she was saying.

She disappeared into the limousine, and soon she was being driven away.

At his command,
he thought tautly. Because this was what he wanted. This was what was right.

Turning away, he found himself staring at her car and he walked towards it unthinkingly, unlocking the door. He didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know what he was hoping to see. More evidence that he had done the right thing? Or perhaps what he wanted was more evidence of her betrayal and her love for Julian Alexeyev?

But what he did find was something he didn’t expect at all.

On the passenger seat was a familiar-looking box, and his heart clenched at the sight of it.

Why? Why did she have this?

Dimly, he heard another car speeding down the driveway, of voices of his family who had just returned. But he paid this no heed, his burning concentration focused on the box he had grasped from the seat.

As he straightened, the box still in his hands, he saw his family hurrying towards him.

“
Blyad
.” Misha swore when he saw what his older brother was holding. “We’re late then?”

Seri groaned. “I knew it, I told you we’d be late.”

“I hope Fredericka recorded her proposal,” Vassi muttered and looked at Sergei. “Did she?”

Sergei didn’t answer, only opening the box with shaking fingers.

It was still the same ring he had purchased, but when he pulled it out of the box, that was when he caught a glimpse of the engraved words on its inner side.

Lyubov maya.

My love.

Misha was the first one to notice Sergei’s whitened expression. “What happened? Is it Fredericka?”

“She lied to me,” the billionaire said hoarsely. “Why would she do this then lie to me about meeting Julian Alexeyev?”

“Oh, Sergei.” Seri’s heart ached hard for her oldest brother. “Fredericka called us half an hour ago, telling us to come back because she was going to propose to you. D-did she---”

“No,” Sergei said tonelessly. “I didn’t give her a chance to. I told her to leave.”

Seri shook her head in confusion. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I thought---” He swallowed hard. “I thought she wanted Julian Alexeyev, and she was…she was only with me because of the baby.”

“That’s not possible,” Vassi said quietly. “She loves you, Sergei. I don’t know why she lied, but I know what I saw and I know that she loves you.”

Ah.

“I love her, too,” he heard himself say. “I love her.” But right now, he was beginning to fear he had no right to do so.

It took a mere six minutes to call Alexeyev and get the truth out of their meeting, fifteen minutes of beating the red light and getting a speeding ticket to make it to the hotel where he had forced Fredericka to check in.

But when he made it there, she was gone, leaving only a note.

I
don’t blame
you for this. I should have seen it coming, and so if anyone’s at fault, it’s me, thinking that we could be different.

I know you met with Elsa secretly, and I want you to know that if she’s the one who can make you happy – then I’m happy, too. You don’t have to marry me for our baby’s sake, Sergei.

I promise to keep our baby safe, and I promise – I promise I won’t keep our child away.

I just need time and space. Just please give me this, and I promise when I come back, it will be okay.

And we can be friends again.

T
he billionaire’s eyes closed
.

In his mind, he saw her, pale and broken, her words barely audible.

I get it. I do get it, and I d-don’t blame you.

He saw her lips move, and this time – it was so goddamn clear, what she was saying, he felt like a fucking fool for not realizing what those words were.

You’re too young.

Because he had let his past and fears get the better of him, he had unknowingly destroyed her by making her worst nightmare come true. He had unwittingly become what her father was to her mother.

Someone too young to realize what he had – until it was too late, and he had thrown away what he should have held on to with all his might.