So here is the first chapter of Purple Silk Ties. I hope I did a decent enough job with his character since I usually write him as comic relief ^_^;
"The dawn is long upon us, milachka."
I groaned in protest, feeling the slender fingers of the woman trailing over my bare chest teasingly. I could smell the scent of her expensive perfume all around me, and feel her soft hair brushing over my skin as she crawled on top of me. I smirked some at her, looking over to the clock and seeing that it was indeed way past dawn, and I sighed when I realized I had no time to indulge in the playfulness the woman offered me.
"Amore, I'm afraid I can't today," I murmured, hand cupping her face to sooth the frown of disappointment that crossed it. "I have to go to my brother's," I added, opting to push her off me when her beautiful face wrinkled up in disgust. It was no secret that Lilia Popuri Alexandrov very much disliked my half brother. Not for any true reason, other than the fact she was jealous that he was more important to me than her.
It was one of the reasons I was wary of the relationship I shared with the Russian Heiress. She knew I had no intentions of making a commitment to her, and yet she still offered to warm my bed. And I was never the type of man to turn down a soft full body to keep myself busy. But recently she had been more clingy than usual. Of course I might just be more aware since this was the longest she had visited me in our few years of knowing each other. I closed my eyes in irritation when I caught her ruby red orbs boring into me, shaking my head and sitting up.
"Are you coming with me today Popuri?" I asked, my annoyance clear in my tone.
"I'd rather not, milachka. I don't want to upset you," she said quietly, following my lead and sitting up, the sheet pooling around her waist and revealing the nude form of her upper body. Her hand came to her face, long slender fingers brushing over her lips and trailing down her throat. She smirked some when she saw my eyes following that seductive trail, fingertips grazing over her left breast, causing her nipple to harden. I narrowed my eyes and fought down lustful urges even as she spoke. "Are you sure you can't find the time to thoroughly ravish me before you must depart?"
"No," I said firmly, shaking my head and rolling my eyes when she huffed, standing up and angrily walking over to gather her clothes.
"Nyet? I return home tomorrow and you can't spend this last day with me?" she muttered darkly, her long magenta hair pooling down to her hips.
"I'm leaving tonight for America," I muttered back, standing up and quickly dressing. "It's not like you didn't know Denny was getting married. I offered to take you, but you cannot swallow you distaste for him for a weekend," I added harshly, buckling my belt and narrowing my eyes when an object hit the wall by me.
"I should be more important than your brother!" she shrieked out, her face red and her cheeks puffing childishly from her anger. "He gets you for the next several days, and I won't be back for a few months!"
"You knew that I had to do this yesterday," I spat back, running a hand through my curly hair and quickly closing the distance between us when she grabbed another object. I held her wrists tightly and firmly, irritated fully with his childish behavior. "If it was going to bother you that much you should have come back earlier instead of spending my money all day," I hissed, knowing it hit a nerve with her that I could easily see her as a user.
Of course I knew Popuri wasn't, I had offered. But jabbing at that wound easily subdued her angry temper. I released her wrists and walked back to my closet, grabbing my button up dress shirt. "I grow tired of you childish antics and you immature jealousy. Perhaps you should not return until you get it through you beautiful head that you are my lover, not my girlfriend, and not my wife," I added harshly. Even as the words left me I felt slightly guilty, but I was in no mood to take them back.
I was sure that when she came back in the next few months I could easily sooth her dented pride. And perhaps then she would be a little more humble.
I didn't offer her any affection before I left, simply a courteous wish of a safe journey home. I waited outside on the car to come pick me up, my fingers itching to run through my curls again. It was annoying that I couldn't wear my bandanna, but over the time since I had become the acting owner of my Grandfather's chain of restaurants, I had grown used to not wearing it. Grandma Eve had grown tired of it and had harshly informed me that if I wanted to remain the successor for the company that I had best start dressing the part.
I stepped into the car, mumbling a greeting to Zack and sighing when he closed the door behind me. This was really not what I planned to be doing with my life. Granted I loved the freedom that came with the money, but honestly I would rather have had what I did before. A small seaside café where I could dress and act how I wanted, make what I wanted, and simply be myself.
And if there happened to be a regular tourist that was a customer, with insanely long shapely legs, then so be it. I chuckled somewhat bitterly at the thought, very much disappointed in myself for thinking about her.
Claire Rivers had been a lovely chapter in my life, with a bitter heart wrenching ending. Till this day I had no idea what had happened to her, though I hadn't really had the chance to find out when Denny had called me with his troubles.
As much as I had loved the woman, despite how brief our courting, and our even briefer coupling, I had not felt her important enough to go after when my brother had needed me. She had been intelligent and beautiful, and, until I had gotten a hold of her, innocent. I didn't know what had made her steal away in the late night and early hours of the morning from my embrace, and I suppose I never would.
Fear more than likely.
It had been clear from our first encounter she thought of me as rather lecherous. And in ways I was. But she had been the first woman to make me feel I could change that. Since Claire…I had only taken a few lovers here and there. Popuri, Lanna… and few weekends with an intriguing woman named Harvest.
A very lovely woman indeed. And entirely too full of intuition and correct assumptions. I was blocking out any attempt that anyone had to get inside my heart. Granted I cared for all the woman I bedded, but…I didn't truly love any of them. Not since Claire had stolen away in the dawn with my heart held tightly in her delicate little hands.
When Zack opened the car door at the hotel Denny and his fiancé were staying at, I felt a tight feeling in my chest. I hadn't met Chelsea yet because Denny had been very good at keeping her away from our family. He seemed to not want her to be around his past, parts of himself that he wasn't entirely proud of. Though I'm sure any former addicts didn't want members of the family that didn't think he had changed yet drudging up bits of his past to a woman who was part of his new future.
I didn't know what to expect of the woman only that I knew she was 'the most beautiful and irritating woman in the world'. Of course my opinion was somewhat biased, and I laughed some at the thought of a very manly looking woman opening the door I had just knocked on. But I quickly choked on that laugh when the door opened and I blinked down into a stunningly familiar pair of dark blue eyes.
For a second the small redheaded woman in front of me turned into a slightly shorter blond, her eyes shinning up at me with a faint blush over her cheeks. It was her words that made her change back, because her soft gentle voice was nothing like the quiet husky one I had remembered.
"You must be Kai. I'm Chelsea," she began, opening the door to let me in and smiling at me. "Denny is down stairs getting us some breakfast," she continued on, but I had tuned her out because I was in another time and place. She seemed to notice my mental distance, and I shook my head and smiled weakly down at her.
"I'm sorry, sorella," I murmured out, unable to stop my hand from pushing back her auburn bangs. "Your eyes…remind me of someone I used to know," I added softly, shaking my head to rid myself of the memories. She seemed to understand, and I narrowed my eyes at her understanding smile.
"Denny told me about the one who got away from you," she offered, and I felt the corners of my lips twitch down.
"Denny has always had a knack for talking about things better left unsaid," I muttered, rubbing my temples to ease the tension I felt growing in my head.
"You're one to talk, Fratello," I turned towards the deep voice, smirking at my baby brother. He was several inches shorter than me, and his hair was longer. His frame was also more slim than mine, and he seemed to still not have grown into his body fully. And yet here he was at the age of 22, getting married.
I hugged the man before allowing him to stand next to his intended, examining them thoroughly. Denny stood a head taller than the fair skinned red head in his arms, and the contrasts between them were striking to the eye. And yet despite all their differences they seemed to simply fit together. I reached forward and took Chelsea's pale hand, bringing it to my lips and brushing them over it.
"Welcome to the family, sorella. I only hope that the rest of your family is as lovely as you."
Denny rolled his eyes when Chelsea flushed and began to giggle. There was something about the way she held her hand over her face that made me think of Claire once more. It was just a coincidence, and was probably just something American women did. Just because she had a similar eye color and few quirks didn't really mean anything.
I would be glad when I got back from this wedding, when my life could get back to normal.
I don't speak Russian or Italian, and I google search the majority of foreign terms that I use. Popuri is an only child in this story- and named after her mother thus her long name-, so I've changed her up, and tried my best to make her a grownup and keep that bit of immaturity that makes her seem slightly spoiled. I had fun with this chapter, and even though I hadn't much planned for her to be here in the future, I might bring her back.