The Accountant novel Chapter 6

The little sleep he had last night, even after jacking off with thoughts of his detka had him in a foul mood. Add his hangover, he was looking for an excuse to kill anyone today.

Where the fuck was Alec? His general had gone out before Dominic woke up. He needed some positive news about his woman and he needed to meet the freelance accountant today for a few minutes. After that, he was free for the day. His one-track goal was to personally go to his detka's place to fuck and kidnap her. Or which opportunity came first. He would prefer the former. If his general had found the fucking address.

Motherfucker! He was crazy about her. One night will never be enough.

She had turned his world upside down. And now she was nowhere to be found.

His face grim, men gave him a wide berth while he entered his building. Though sensing his rage, the women were still staring at him blatantly, drawn to his wild, untamed persona. Dominic ignored them all, going straight to his personal elevator directing him to his office. More like a suite of rooms because he also had a bed, bath, and closet here. Though not of use, he kept them prepared for emergencies.

Reaching his spacious office, he growled upon finding the room empty. He needed to fucking calm down. It was early but a drink would be a great idea. A shot of whiskey this time. Swirling his expensive drink in the glass, he waited for Alec to come through the door. Or his secretary. And waited. Scowling, he glanced at his custom made Omega.

If his 9 o'clock appointment was also late, he swore to God, --he pinched the bridge of his nose-- fucking patience was overrated.

Alec's deep rumble finally filled his ears. He was speaking to someone in their native tongue. Must be nanny Sandri.

Dominic's glower became darker, hearing a nasally irritating voice response from the other party.

You've got to be fucking kidding me!

Wanting to get rid of the unwelcome visitor right away, he strode to the door. Both turned to him when he opened it with a whoosh.

Alec inclined his head while the woman before him smiled delightedly. Fuck, no!

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dominic growled, not hiding his displeasure. The bitch was a past dalliance some years back. Apparently, she still possessed a small functioning brain since she had the sense to use her over-riped beauty and became an underwear model in LA.

"Dominic, baby." He curled his lips in disgust at her sickly sweet voice.

Petra Levinsky had almost cost his parents' marriage. The whore tried to seduce his father. And his mother caught her. If he was a lesser man, he would have succumbed. The incident happened right after blowing him when he was too drunk to fuck her. She was left to her own devices to wander at their estate and victimized his sire. Thank God the former mafia king was faithful --pussy whipped-- to his mother.

"Leave or I will call security!" His nose was flaring in annoyance. Rage was not far off. He was on the verge of strangling her.

"You can't mean that, baby. I heard you are back. I want to welcome you properly." She batted her fake lashes. How wrong he was to have thought the bitch was beautiful. She was nothing compared to his angel.

"We fucked once a long time ago. Now we are done. Leave!" He said harshly and gripped her wrist tightly when her hand went to the lapel of his suit. His intention was to shove her away from him in disgust.

The air behind him stirred and the hair on his nape prickled. He stilled and he heard...

"Shit!"

That couldn't be. Fuck! Just one word. and he knew right away. That was his detka's angelic voice. Well, as angelic as can be from her cuss.

He shove Petra away from him uncaring if she fell and turned to face his woman. Disbelief and surprise reflected in his eyes.

"Detka?" Hell! And she saw him with another woman. Well, technically not with another woman but still he didn't want her to get the wrong impression. He was a manwhore before, years ago in his misspent youth but that was before her.

His angel was looking at him with sadness in her eyes. He couldn't have that. He will never cheat on her and jeopardize his chances.

Definitely, the chance was presented to him in a silver platter. And he was no fool.

God, she was beautiful even with thick glasses. He was looking forward to fucking her with those pairs on. It would be an erotic office fantasy come true. He shuddered. Every muscle in his body stilled.

What was she doing here? He wondered. Who the fuck cares? As long as she was here nothing else mattered.

"Dominic, baby?" The irritating nasal voice behind him jolted him out of his plans.

"Leave!" He growled without turning. His angel jumped in fright. He watched horrified at her flight mode.

"I...I'm sorry, sir...I'll leave." She whispered. Glancing around nervously. No! Not her.

"Not you, my detka. I meant..." He turned for a moment and pointed his finger at Petra. "You. Alec, call security."

"But, baby, " his general smirked and he dragged the unwanted bitch away.

His woman shuffled her feet. She was looking anywhere but his eyes. Adorable. His world suddenly brightened and his hangover left him.

Nanny Sandri, his secretary cleared her throat. Curiosity and interest in her knowing eyes.

"Yes, nan?" He encouraged fondly. It was his utmost belief nanny Sandri was here to spy for his mother. They were bosom buddies.

"Ms. Beau Anderson is your 9 o'clock, tzar." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she announced the information.

Really now. Interesting. Beau Anderson. His accountant. His lips curved appreciatively. Was that her real name?

"Thank you, nan. I will handle it from here." His velvety grays gazed at his woman intently. "We are not to be disturb, please." He murmured. His voice deepening and he watched Beau trying to suppress her shivers.

"Of course, tzar." Nanny Sandri bowed before leaving them in the hallway.

(Mature Content 18+)

"Beau." Hearing his voice, she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wary. God! She was gorgeous. Even more so in natural light.

"I...ah...I have work. Yeah. Shit!" She tried to talk. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily.

He chuckled. Couldn't help it. She was fucking cute. And sexy. Her petite form was in a light mocha long-sleeved dress with baby collars that accentuated her cute ass and perfectly round breasts.

"I don't think I can do this. I have to go." She squeaked again and she was ready to bolt. Sobering, he reacted right away. He would not take any chances of her escaping again.

"Oh no, you don't. You are not going anywhere." He hissed. To prove his point, he hefted her like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder, went inside his office and locked the doors behind them. Ignoring her protests and curses and he deposited them both on his couch with her on his lap.

"You have to let me go, Dominic!" She demanded. She folded her arms petulantly and looked defiantly away from him. Cute.

"We have unfinished business, my angel." He murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled great and she was so womanly soft against his hard body. Fuck! His unruly cock was instantly hard too. She stiffened, feeling him poke her dainty ass.

"What unfinished business. I thought I'd never see you again." She argued, breathless and panting with arousal. Hmmm, nice. She arched in his arms.

So fucking responsive.

He began to caress her back. The attraction was mutual. It was there. To explore until they burst. Yet...

"You left me." Dominic accused. The memory stung. He woke up wanting her and she was gone. No more. She will never leave him.

"But...but that's a one-time thing only." She sputtered. Confused. He was too but he let the topic go. He had something more interesting activity in mind.

His hand went to the hem of her dress instead, cupping her knees.

"Not for me." He answered with finality. Deft fingers glided to her inner thighs. She clenched in reaction. "Fuck!"

Losing patience, he threaded his fingers to her lustrous brown hair and held her while he kissed her hard. He drove the kiss for them, she tried to push him away, he growled and reached for her hands to secure them behind her back. He softened the kiss, nibbling her lips and tracing them open with his tongue, he continued to coax a reaction from her.

Drawing her closer, not an inch between them, her soft mounds flattened on his chest. Shit! Any more of this and he will end up fucking her in his office.

Her. Beau. She snuggled her smooth backside to his front seeking his warmth. His arms tightened in reflex. He nuzzled her nape. God! She smelled wonderful.

"Dominic, I have to work." She murmured sleepily.

"Later, detka. Get some sleep." The usual gruff and curt tone he used for everyone softened for her.

"Clothes," She grumbled. He chuckled silently. "Asshole," he smirked. He smiled smugly at her tired and sleepy voice knowing she can't see him. He drained her energy. Good. Now, she doesn't have the strength to get away.

She can rail and cuss at him anytime so long she stayed where he wanted her.

"I will take care of it, my love. Take a nap first." Her soft snores were her answer. This time he will not sleep. He will not give her the chance to leave him ever again.

His angel was here to stay.

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Dress in another Armani black suit, he joined his general at the conference table. Still feeling his high from another delicious activity. He was addicted to her with no cure in sight.

After his shower, he took her again. She came on his mouth, after that, his cock. Christ! His spent dick stirred at the memory. He knew she would be sore when she woke up. It was two in the afternoon. He will wake her up in a few minutes for a late lunch.

She must be starving. He had to start taking care of his baby.

"Tzar, I have Beau Anderson's file. The background check that you requested last Friday came in early today. SHE has a Ph.D. in Finance and Accounting. Graduated from Berkeley top of her class. Summa cum laude. She was abandoned when she was just an infant, grew up in foster care. Full name, Beauty Grace Anderson, 23 years old. I have her address here." Dominic inclined his head. Although the file came a tad late. He appreciated his general's efforts.

Beauty Grace. It was true. Her moniker fitted her as she fitted him.

"Anything else, Alec?" He inquired mildly, fingering the papers.

"It's all in her file, tzar," Alec answered vaguely. So, there was more that was intended for his eyes only.

"Ok. I want you to contact real estate. I will buy my woman a house. Our house. It's time for me to settle." Dominic almost couldn't believe himself. He cringed. The words came out too easy. He fucking got it bad.

By the amusement twinkling in Alec's eyes. He caught on it too. "Of course. Right away. Shall I contact Aunt Tatty?"

Dominic grimaced. Shit! His overly zealous mother will scare Beau away. "I think my mother already knows."

Alec chuckled. His mother, Sandrina, Tatianna's best friend was the culprit.

"Yeah. Coming from the sounds earlier, my mother is already counting babies to take care of. I am glad it's you and not me, my friend."

Dominic grinned. Fuck! He hoped so too. His seed filled her to the brim several times.

"Shit! She is the one Alec." Saying it out loud made it more so real.

"Yes. She's perfect for you. She drives you crazy. You have my support." His friend's approval was important. It meant he was ready to protect his mafia tzarina at all costs.

"Thank you. Now, do you think Nanny Sandri can buy Beau some clothes?"

Alec threw his head back, laughing.

"She's on it, tzar. After tidying the room, she knows what's needed." Shit! He must be drunk in sex since he found himself grinning twice in a row.

He was fucked!

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