Chapter 124 Part 4
Chapter 124 Part 4
Damon
Ardin took her off to the bathroom. I hope that this pregnancy goes well for her. I look at Serge. His eyes are fixated on the direction Lynn just went. “Man, you need to be careful.”
“I'm not going to harm her, you know that. But pregnant? I thought you never wanted kids,” he says.
He is right. I didn't. He is the one who wanted an heir to leave his empire to, not me. “I never wanted a lot of things until Lynn. I fucking love her! I would choose her over my own fucking mother. And yes, she knows it.”
Serge nods. “I'm pretty sure Ardin feels the same as you do. I don't know him, but I know that look.”
I survey the man who is like a brother to me’s face. I know what I see, but I can tell that he isn't ready to accept it yet. I also wonder if it could be too much for Lynn, but then I remember how easily her switch flips. Maybe she could embrace all that comes with loving someone like Serge. “I know he does. But do you?”
He's running his hand through his hair. I know that I just made him nervous by putting him on the spot. “No, but I felt something when I kissed her hand and she spoke in Russian. She might be my Persephone. I have to see.”
At least he admits part of it. This is going to be a lot for Lynn. I should downplay Serge's real intentions. I will let my wife think that this is about the debt when in reality it's about Serge seeing that my wife is his ghostly bride from his dreams. I don't know how Lynn will react if she learns that she’s Serge's Persephone. I understand how hard it is for her to have multiple lovers, but could she handle one more? I guess we will see if Serge ever admits that he's in love with my wife.
Lynn
I put a dissolvable motion sickness tablet into my mouth as I touched up my lipstick. “I'm gonna write myself a prescription for those patches.”
“We'll get through this. Just try to relax a bit,” Ardin says as he rubs my back. He's my rock. He has grown so much since he acknowledged that he was in love with me.
We return to the table. Our entrees await, all untouched. Serge looks as if he is at war with himself. While Damon seems overly calm despite a bit of worry in his voice, “Are you okay?”
“Morning sickness, I'm fine now it's passed. I took something, I should be good. I'll write myself a prescription later.”
“Are you sure that you should?” he asks.
“Not my first, remember?”
“I'm sorry,” Damon murmurs as he takes my hand.
“It's in the past as Chris is,” I reply. Though I do feel as if my unborn child is still with me. I know he’s not, but I can't shake that feeling.
Serge replies firmly, “He's long gone from this world.”
“As he should be. His whore is looking for him, I only hope she gives up like I suggested she do.”
Serge raises an eyebrow. “Well, I don't like loose ends.”
“I don't like anything loose actually, so do with her what you will. I prefer not to know,” I reply. He smirked and looked at Damon as they shared a look.
Damon shrugs before his lips curl into a shit-eating grin. “My Kitten is hot, feisty, and dark just like I like my coffee.”
Serge shakes his head as he mutters, “I had a different plan in mind when I requested this meeting.”
I smile. “Sorry to ruin your plans, actually I'm not sorry,” I smirk.
Serge huffs, “But Damon and I have an agreement.”
I laugh. I am under his skin and I love it! “Oh, about that…” I pull out my phone and call Bob.
Phone Call on speaker
“I'll just let my lawyer handle this. Hey, Bob.”
“Yes, Doll”
Serge gives me an odd look. “He may be your club friend, but he's my very special friend. I have many very influential friends, lovers, and acquaintances. Serge Petrov you're on the line with Bob Steele.” I know Bob will be professional.
“So Mr. Petrov you think my client is obligated to you based on a contract you had with Mr. Crane. Is that correct?” Bob asks.
I just sit back and smirk. Serge says, “It has no expiration date. He knows he owes me either his life or a sub/slave of his.”
Bob replies, “Well, there's a few problems, sir. When a written agreement lacks a contract expiration date, and a dispute arises about when the contract ends, a court must examine all aspects of the agreement to determine when the agreement ended or will end. So we could drag it to court and we all know you'd lose given what the terms of the contract imply.” I take out my knife and put it towards Serge's balls. “The most important thing is that Lynn never had a contract with Damon. They don't even have a prenup. They're legally married as well. Damon also made a vow to her that he better not break. So if Damon never takes a slave, you'll never be able to collect. Lynn could easily order him to only be hers like she has already done. That said, my Doll is a handful. That is why she has two husbands because one couldn't hope to sustain her. I suggest you look down.”
“Why?” Serge asks.
Bob replies, “Because I know her and if you try to harm anyone she loves...well whatever you did to Chris will look like child's play. I'm not making a threat and neither is my client because she keeps her word.”
Serge looks down. I keep a sweet innocent smile on my face. “What the fuck!” He yells.
“Well, just something you won't be doing ever again. I have a collection of balls and I don't mind adding to it. I'm a skilled surgeon after all.” I smile as I bat my eyelashes and then smirk. I am positive that he has never had a chick hold the fate of his manhood on a knife’s edge.
“Fine, we will draft an end to the contract,” Serge replies. I cock my head at Damon because I know that I've won.
Bob says, “I'll get on that now and have it sent by courier to your office. Pleasure doing business with you. Sorry Serge, but Lynn is special. Doll, Amy has a cheesecake waiting for you for tomorrow. Is there anything you're craving?”
I smile. “Lots Bob, but I'll settle for some bacon and an omelette for breakfast.”
“Will do. See you all at home,” he responds.
“Kiss Amy for me.”
Bob chuckles. “You know that I will do far more than that.”
“Just not on my counters or using my vegetables!” I warn.
“No promises,” Bob replies before he drops the call.
End Call