ENTANGLED TO A TYCOON, A Mgm [little red riding hood ebook txt] 📗

you there or else I’ll cut off your neck myself” I said sternly.

The heavy chuckle that came from the other end was definitely not Ricky’s; I knew that voice so well.

“What has he done now?”

“Mikhail how d… did you gets this number?” My voice seemed to have a problem coming out.

“Ouch Claire that’s not the kind of welcoming I expected” the smile in his voice made my legs slither. How can he have so much power over my stupid senses I thought miserably.

“I just never thought…..”

“What?”

“I never expected to hear your voice”

“You missed me?” his voice held an inch of sarcasm.

“Am wh…. Why are you calling Mikhail? I thought I made myself clear that...” before I finished my sentence Mikhail cut me off.

“don’t flutter yourself Claire, my brother who also happens to be the client your supposedly to meet tonight his wife went into labor, am calling you to let you know I will be representing him instead, 8pm it is”. He hang up the phone before I could reply.

“How dare him?” I shouted at the phone, my heart was hammering so fast and loudly.

“hopeful that has nothing to do with me?” come in Ricky looking as handsome as always wearing a suit from black label designed by Sheria Ngowi, his dark blue suit coat button was loose he did not put on a tie, his top shirt button was loose revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest.

“No… not you” I stuttered as I turned giving Ricky my back, I was so angry at Mikhail. ‘How dare he hang up on me?’ I thought angrily. Rick closed the distance between us and zipped my dress. I was wearing a white sexy buttons design long sleeve round neck pullover women’s dress that hugged my curvy figure so well, with my black peep toe gold heel shoes that showed my well molded long legs, my black tiger tattoo by my ankle standing out on my flawless honey colour skin, my hair was kept in a loose pony tail being held by a tiny golden band that shone well in construct with my red long hair that reached my waist, the only jewel that I wore were my Golconda diamond earrings that had cost my late sister $9.3 million. Sam had given me the earrings on my 20th birthday. I added a little blush and lip gloss on my lips, many people have wondered about my lips, the side lines of my lips are naturally black as if I had put black lip liner or wanja but my lips were full and so pinkish making the natural side black lip lines stand out, I usually laughs about the jokes my friends makes about my lips calling me “kissable goddess” I must have inherited from my mum’s Nyamwezi genes that she also got from her mama. Ricky’s arms remained on my shoulders, we stayed staring at each other on the huge mirror of my dressing table in my dressing room for what seemed so long than the two minutes that we stood there.

“It’s time you find that prince charming Claire” Ricky patted my shoulder, kissed my cheek and took his leave. As he reached the door he turned

‘I will be waiting for you down stairs.” Then closed the down slowly behind him.

I finished dressing, I passed Tajir room the boy was already asleep. I kissed his forehead and left. On our way to the hotel Ricky was unusual quite, he seemed distance and serious, unlike the Ricky I was so used to.

“Ricky is something wrong?” I touched his hand that he had put on his left lap, he turned to watch the passing scene outside, and he shook his head as if a little boy denying something.

“I just miss Sam, she knew what to do with that hard nut head of yours better than anyone, you have to enjoy your life Claire, its not just about money, wealth, success and fame. Find that man who would steal your heart away, feel the love and just forget it all but being loved” he inhaled deeply.

“I do too Ricky, I miss her and am….am scared of having my heart broken or something like what happened to our parents and Sam to repeat itself” my eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Come here baby” he hugged me to him. Ricky was more like a big close brother to me apart from Samantha Ricky knew me well enough than anyone.

MIKHAIL PUTIN.

As Claire walked into the olive tree restaurant every man in the restaurant turned to watch her as she swayed her hips leisurely, beside her Ricky held her by the waist closely to him, Claire was looking at Ricky’s face and smiling adoringly at him. I swore under my breath if only Ricky and Jack hadn’t sworn that Ricky was safe I could have slaughtered him already, with the act he and Claire put no wonder why the press thinks I am trying to come between the loving couple. I stood up as they neared the table. Ricky introduced the two of us as if he didn’t know we knew each or he was blind to all the magazines, social networks and medias that have had our encounter at the airplane discussed for more than a week. As Claire was taking her sit Ricky’s phone rang.

“Excuse me, Claire I really have to take this call”

“Alright just don’t take too long” as he was leaving Ricky gave me a wink that Claire did not see, he nearly pumped into the waiter as he laughed at the face that I made,

“So how have you been Claire?”

“Ok, busy, tight but well enough. What about you?”

“Apart from being heartbroken that my Cinderella left without dropping her shoe, life has been fair” as I finished the sentence Claire’s phone rang, it was Ricky

“Ricky?” The news that she was listening to was not at all pleasant I could see Claire eye brows wrinkle as she listened.

“It’s alright Ricky… he would understand, just keep me posted” she hang up.

“Ricky would not be joining us anymore, it seems there is a problem with one of our models so he had to go and see her” as Claire finished explaining the waiter brought up the menu, I ordered rack lamb while Claire ordered beef shawarma platter. We eat discussing nothing in particular from the weather, politics, fashion, art to the current ongoing events in our life, I asked about Tajir and Claire seemed so delighted that I cared enough to ask about him. After we finished our meal I summoned the waiter and he brought the check.

“The art that needs your expertise is at the king pacific lodge, princess royal island, British Columbia; I have my private jet ready to fly us…”

“know where king pacific lodge is Mikhail, but why didn’t your brother bring it here, he never told me anything about the painting being at the pacific and pacific is too far, I thought I’d be home before 11pm.”

“I thought Ricky knew about this piece of information and need remained you my brother is a very impatient man”

“Fine. Let’s get going I need to be back as soon as possible.”

As we moved towards the door I noticed the men envying my lucky stars, I smiled triumphantly. As soon as we stepped out the door we were blinded by the flashlights, our bodyguards guided us to my limo which took us to the airport.

CLAIRE O’CONNOR:

I knew we would be on tomorrows paper AGAIN but that was less of my concerns at the moment the man sitting next to me was really giving me a hard time breathing much worse my senses seemed to be heightened by his close presences, ooh my the man smells good enough to be eaten alive. My phone shows I have a text message on the screen; I open and read Ricky’s text

“E.N.J.O.Y Tajir is with me for the night, don wanna c u til 2mor evening, xoxo”

“Claire is everything alright?” Mikhail asked turning me to face him.

“Yeah… I just… Ricky is staying with Tajir for the night”

“That’s good then, we can take all the time we need”

“No… I mean… it’s just…”

“Claire…look at me” Mikhail raised my chin I was now looking at him straight in the eyes. My breath hitched my heart skipped a bit, Mikhail smiled slowly bending his head. I knew what was coming; he was going to kiss me. As he was an inch from my lips he turned his head and straightened my dress that I did not know I have been fidgeting with my hands.

“If you keep doing that to that sexy dress of yours, we might as well as remain in this car for the night” he smirked

I gasp my eyes widening, slowly I broke into a fit of giggles. He was taken aback by this sudden change of mood

“what’s…’

“Oh shut up and kiss me Mikhail”

MIKHAIL PUTIN:

Though shocked; that was a hell of an invitation that needn’t to be asked twice. I pulled Claire to onto my lap and kissed her as if my whole life depended on that kiss. I felt Claire’s arms snaking around my shoulders; she played with the nape hairs. She was driving me wild. The tap by the window was what brought us both back to earth. We came out of the limo hand in hand, Claire seemed carefree. She held my hand as we ran towards the private jet awaiting for us as if we were little kids running away from the rain drops of flash lights that seemed to be coming from each side. As we reached the top stairs of the plane, Claire pulled me to a stop.

“Wanna give them a better piece to gossip about?’

“Miss Claire O’Connor your one full of surprises. With all the pleasure...” I pulled her into my arms as the camera flashlights went off from every corner and paparazzi were heard shouting and whistling from every angle. I held Claire in my arms she was smiling and looking at me with happiness written all over her, it was as if she was in a conspiracy skim. I kissed her slowly, tenderly but still passionately; I deepened the kiss as Claire arms circled behind my shoulders. I gave her one last kiss and turned to the cameras smiling. I winked at them and took Claire into the plane.

CHAPTER 5: THE PASSION

CLAIRE O’CONNOR

I woke up due to the chill of my exposed shoulders, disoriented and blinking at the low lit candles the clock said it was 2pm, I moved to tug the blankets higher. They refused to move. Stuck beneath a decidedly male hip and a long, hairy leg, my paltry efforts to dislodge them accomplished nothing. Instantly awareness flooded me, with the realization that I was naked as a new born babe. I lifted my arm to cover my breasts, rosy and warm despite the chill. A broad, muscled hand stilled my motion.

“Don’t,” came Mikhail’s sleep-roughed voice. “I want to see your skin, as it glows in the candlelight.”

He was awake. Watching me. Warmth radiated from my stomach, turning the tips of my exposed breast to a hard knotted pink.

“Magnificent” he breathed, the back of his hand rising to brush delicately against my nipple. “You look good enough to eat, do you know that?”

I blushed furiously, my impulsive decision of the night before came back with bruising, jarring clarity. What had I been thinking? I made love to him. I agreed to date him. How would I ever survive once he realized he no longer wanted me?

“Hey,” he said, jostling me out of my morose thoughts. “Why the long face?”

Ricky’s voice came to my mind instantly: “I just miss Sam, she knew what to do with that hard nut head of yours better than anyone, you have to enjoy your life Claire, it’s not just about money, wealth, success