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Russian God Eighteen
***This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please skip this chapter if you need to***Dimitri dropped me off at work and I waved at a few of the girls as I got into the changing room. I undressed quickly, I had my work ‘clothes’ on underneath and as we walked out into the night club the music started. It was just another night for me, my show at ten thirty and just after midnight a customer beckoned me towards him. He was young, younger than me. Blonde messy hair and build like a house.“Can I get a dance?”“Of course come,” I purred at him walking towards the private booths. Nothing had changed for me work wise while with Dimitri if anything I found it a little boring. To mix it up I did like to close my eyes as I gave a dance and picture him. Mouth slightly open them eyes staring into my soul. The man sat down as I closed the door. His own eyes were strong and I could tell he was massively turned on. The music cut in and I did my thing. Getting lower and closer to him as I
Russian God Nineteen
“Harper.” Is all he said.“Yes?” I whispered.“I don’t know what to say. I don’t think anything I’m going to say is going to help.”“Try,” I whispered.“I’m proud of you. Beyond proud of you. For everything tonight. You need some rest,” he stood up and kissed my forehead. I swallowed hard, he wasn’t coming to bed with me. Walking out he smiled as he closed the door. My eyes began watering again and I needed him here. But he didn’t want to be here. I was tainted. I stared at the ceiling for which felt like hours, my head moving up as he walked back in.“I’ve spoken to Latisha,” his voice was gentle, something I’ve never heard before.“Did you wake her?”“No. I texted her and she called me, feeding the baby.” I nodded. “She’s coming first thing, I have to go into work but will be home by lunch time. I’ll make sure of it. I won’t leave until she gets here.”“Are you coming to bed?”“Do you want me to?” The question made me sob adding to my already wet face.“Of course I do!” I shouted, m
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I opened my eyes, my headache had completely gone but my chest was still killing me. I sat up and realised Dimitri wasn’t there.“Dimitri!” I called out suddenly panicking he wasn’t there.“I’m downstairs milaya,” his voice was full of reassurance. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he met me at the stairs.“My headache is gone but my chest is still hurting”. Holding my hand he helped me down the rest of the stairs. I went into the living room and sighed in relief. It was spotless. I must have been out cold as he clearly had hovered as well.“Toast for you ” he sang, dropping a plate on the kitchen counter. I looked up at him, already dressed and he looked amazing. Plain t-shirt and grey tracksuit bottoms. I sat at the counter and looked down. I also had a cup of coffee.“Thank you.” He sat next to me with his own food.“The police woman is coming at two. Did you want to do anything this morning?” He took a bite and stared at me. I shrugged.“What’s the time?”“Ten,” he answered.“Wow
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“Don’t forget you have a meeting tomorrow at two,” I said to Dimitri, my head in my notes. Looking up from his computer he spoke.“Thanks but did you not want to reschedule it? It clashes with the sentencing.”“No I’m not going to go.” I sat opposite Dimitri, him behind his desk. Looking up at me his eyes burned into my soul.“Are you sure?” He wrote some notes on a pad next to his computer.“Yeah I don’t care.” I crossed my legs and his eyes flicked down.“Okay. Did they say what they’re expecting?”“Four years,” I spoke softly, keeping his eyes on mine. Shutting down his computer he threw his suit jacket on. I stood up with him, notepad still in hand. My desk was stationed outside Dimitri’s office and as we walked out I threw it on my desk. The man who assaulted me pleaded guilty at the first opportunity which was a blessing for me. I didn’t have to give evidence in court which I was dreading. Dimitri grabbed my hand and our fingers entwined.“Okay, they have your victim statement t
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I looked at myself in the full length mirror and took a deep breath.“You look beautiful Harper.” Latisha was behind me in a stunning burgundy full length dress. I smiled, tears in my eyes. I looked straight ahead again at my fishtail wedding dress, full length lace sleeves because we decided to get married in autumn in Russia and two foot veil. That was my favourite. The door knocked and Maxim came in eyes closed.“We are ready ladies.” He nearly knocked himself out as he exited the room. We both cracked up laughing. I turned to Latisha who handed me my bouquet. Red and white lilies. My mum’s favourite flower.“You got this,” she kissed my cheek and put a stray hair behind my ear. My hair was down slightly curly but nothing major.“Lets go.” We left the room and walked down the stairs and to the left. Latisha opened the door and we were greeted by my wedding planner Anna.“Harper, you look amazing. Dimitri is here ready to go. Are you ready?” My heart quickened at his name.“Yes.” We
Russian God Epilogue
Dimitri POVMy eyes opened to silence. Looking around to the other side of the bed I saw it was empty. I peeked up and saw the cot which was attached to our bed was also empty. Puzzled, I got up and walked downstairs.“You’re a pretty girl hey?” I heard Harper say as I entered the living room. My heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness as I saw her, sitting on the couch.“Morning,” I said and realised how rough my voice was. Looking up she grinned at me.“Look baby daddy’s up!”“Why did you let me sleep in? it should be you sleeping in.” She shrugged.“You have had no sleep as well, you don’t have to wake up with me every time I feed her you know,” she chuckled, a beautiful sound. I smiled at her and lent around.“Dobroye utro printsessa,” I picked her up to say good morning to my princess. I stared into my baby’s face. She was a perfect mix of me and Harper. Harper’s soft face and beautiful lips but she had my dark eyes and much to my mum’s delight she definitely looked
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I walked through the dark corridor, music was already playing and it was giving me a headache. As I opened the door to the changing room six other women, very much less dressed then me looked up, a few waved.“Harper!! Stag do in tonight,” Latisha shouted to me as she put her stocking on. Latisha was my best friend in this place and management often put us on the rota together. We made men stay longer, which equals more drinking, which equalled more money. She combed through her thick black afro hair and let it stay out growing everywhere but down.“Banging, tips galore,” I said as I undid my jacket. I had my work clothes on under my normal clothes and slowly got undressed. 20 minutes to opening, so I had time for a crafty cigarette before the show started.“Fag?” She asked, reading my mind once I was fully undressed. I nodded and put my jacket back on over my lingerie. I was glad I wore my favourite tonight. Aqua matching set, which also matched my eyes and looked amazing against my
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Me and Latisha were at the bar getting more champagne for the stag do table.“And he tipped you how much?” She turned to me with shock all over her face.“A thousand pounds Tish. Can you believe it!”“And you didn’t give him your number?”“No I don’t date customers you know this,” I said, rolling my eyes.“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?”“No no exceptions.”“You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle.“Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.”“No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.”“Russia.”“Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”“In the five years I’ve worked here I’ve never given a customer my number”. Latisha wasn’t helping here, she was making me regret my
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