Her Volkovs #Book 1

Chapter 27

Belle's POV

"B."

"Hm?"

"You're staring at my brother."

"Am I?"

"Uh yeah." I see Amy's hand wave in front of me.

I heard her giggle.

We were escorted in a room with a long table in the middle and several chairs. Around the corners are

drawers, where documents are stacked.

Amy and I are holding each other's hands. Normally I would be scared shit considering our current

situation, but surprisingly I'm calm and a little bit lightheaded. Perhaps because of the alcohol.

"What are you thinking B." Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Nothing, I'm just happy that we're together again A."

"I know right?" We let out a chuckle.

"I love you B."

"I love you too A"

"No matter what happens you stick with me. You are my bitch now B, so no one will lay a hand on you

in jail. You get it bitch?"

We were interrupted by the policeman who was drinking coffee

"You're out Disney princesses." Said the policeman who was drinking coffee a while ago.

"Out? What do you mean out?" Amy said.

"Out of here." He unlocks our handcuffs and escorted us out of the room.

On our way out of the police station, I see Dylan talking to someone. From our view, we could not see

who's he talking to. As Amy and I walk along, the person Dylan was talking to has already went inside

a car. I only saw a man in black suit. If I did not know any better, I would think I saw Alexei but Dylan

and Alexei are not exactly best of friends. In fact, they hate each other's guts.

"Dy, who was that?"

"Just someone I know Belle."

"What happened Dy? Why did they let us go?"

"There's no complainant."

"What do you mean no complainant? Calvin was so eager to put us in jail after what we did to his bed."

Amy looked puzzled.

"Well this must be your lucky day because he's not going file charges. Now let's get you both home,

felons."

~

Dylan and I are snuggling in the living room.

"Dy, you're always in the gym, do you have a fight coming?

"Yes, tomorrow night." My lips parted in surprise.

"Tomorrow night? When are you planning to tell me that?"

He just smiles in response.

"Dy, don't shut me out of this. I want to be with you on your fight."

"That's not gonna happen my love." Dammit Dy, stop calling me that. I feel so guilty right now.

"But why? I want to support you Dy."

"You can support me in other ways if you want my lovely Belle" He now has a naughty look on his face.

"Yeah? Like what?" I know exactly where this is heading to.

"Like this." Dylan planted a long sweet kiss on my lips. His sexy scent makes me want to breathe in

deep. I lie on my back on top of the pillow on the couch. Dylan climbed on top of me as his kisses turns

deeper and deeper every second. I try to close my eyes but all I see and feel is Nikolai. I want to

remain like this even for a second, just to once again feel Nikolai near me but guilt is creeping in. I open

my eyes and I see Dylan's beautiful brown eyes.

He takes off his shirt. I cant help but run my hands all over Dylan's ripped arms. His body drops on top

of me while kissing my right ear. He makes small bites giving me tingles which vibrate all over my body.

His lips went down my neck as his hand slowly runs under my shirt on my back. I pulled my chest up

towards Dylan to give way to his hand for him to remove my bra. It feels like Dylan's body and mine are

in sync. We know exactly what each other wants without saying a word. In just a snap, my bra

unhooked.

While he is planting kisses on my neck, his hand cups my breast underneath my bra. He wipes his

fingers on top of my now hard nipple while his other hand parted my legs. I'm now gasping for air while

Dylan slowly explores me.

I can feel his cock harden from his pants. The same reaction I get every time Nikolai's body and mine

touch. I feel so terrible for even thinking about that man while making out with my now boyfriend Dylan.

"I want you Belle."

I did not answer him. I just kissed him back while wrapping my arms around his neck.

To my horror and to Dylan's utter dismay and frustration, the door opened and I heard a bang on the

floor. Oh my god.

It's Amy and another guy. The grocery bag that she's holding is now on the floor. And she has the

widest grin on her face. Her eyes are glittering as if she is seeing a unicorn or something.

I quickly hide under Dylan. Oh my god this is so embarrassing. I want to put my legs back together but

Dylan is on top of me, in between my legs. Dylan removed his hand from my breast and covered me

from them. Slowly a smile forms on Dylan's face.

"Ugh we can go back later." Amy said amusingly. Dammit Amy!

"What are you doing here Trevor." Said Dylan. So he knows the guy.

"Just checking up on my bestfriend. I can see, he's more than fine." The sound of Trevor's voice is

teasing.

"Uh we will just prepare our dinner. The two of you can continue. Let's go Trevor." Amy said while

picking up the stuffs from the floor. I so want to strangle Amy right now.

~

Several minutes later at the kitchen table.

Dylan is sitting to my right, Amy is to my left, while Trevor is sitting across my seat. We sat in awkward

silence for several seconds.

Trevor has dark blonde hair. He is as tall as Dylan and almost the same built. He also has a beard but

a little thicker than Dylan. I can see Trevor's eyes are glued to me, he glances at Dylan once in a while.

He then clears his throat. "My boy Dylan could not stop talking about you. Now I know why."

I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Shut the fuck up Trevor." Said Dylan.

Trevor lets out a smirk in response.

Amy on the other hand is all smiles. I threw a slice of an apple at her.

"What B? I'm just happy that's all."

A few drinks later the four of us are laughing and throwing jokes at each other. Trevor is telling stories

about Dylan while Amy tells the story why we got arrested and almost went to jail.

~

I gasped in surprise as I stare at my bank statement of account online. What the hell? Aside from my

own money, apparently I got six hundred thousand dollars in my account. The first one hundred

thousand was deposited two days after I left my apartment. The second deposit was a week after that

and the next four hundred thousand dollars every succeeding weeks.

I called my bank to inquire about it. The woman on the other side of the line told me that it was not a

mistake. Someone anonymous deposited the money in my account. I also called my parents to ask if

they deposited money but they know nothing about it.

"It must be your guardian angel B." Amy is on the bed looking at the screen.

"Dylan, it must be Dylan."

"Uh sure my brother has money, but six hundred thousand dollars just like that?"

All of a sudden, Amy gasped and her eyes widens.

"What A?"

"Your Ex, Nikolai! It must be him! Think B, there is no other logical explanation for this. He must have

felt guilty that's why he's making it rain for you." Amy signals cash in her hand.

"First and foremost, I'm not a stripper for him to make it rain for me. Secondly, he's not my ex because

there was no relationship. He just played me. People who play other people don't get guilty. They just

throw you away." It must not be Nikolai. It could not be him. If it's him I can never, ever fogive him. Who

does he think I am? Paying me off like I'm some kind of a prostitute.

"Point well taken. So the six hundred thousand dollar question is who is your guardian angel B?"