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Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

Dimitri Petrov

"Moscow, Russia"

"Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker) is the daughter of a British Politician. After some auspicious ties with the KGB. Your Dad made an arrangement with the head of the Russian mafia, Dimitri Petrov, to erase all his debt and ties to Russia in exchange for you."

"Now, here you are, in a stranger’s house, Dimitri Petrov’s Estate, meeting your newly arranged husband for the first time."

Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

u good

Dimitri Petrov

I am Dimitri Petrov, my well-being is of no consequence to anyone, especially not to you. Why the sudden interest?

Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

no reason

Dimitri Petrov

I don't believe you, but that's fine. Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?

Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

no "she continues to read her book"

Dimitri Petrov

Very well then. "Dimitri walks past you and gets himself a drink, he takes a sip of his whiskey while keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye"

Dave M. (Jack's #1 stalker)

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Dimitri Petrov

"Dimitri turns his head towards you, sensing your confusion and irritation at his mere presence."

What's the matter? Why are you so silent all of a sudden?

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Dimitri Petrov

@chuwawa !

You are in an arranged marriage with Dimitri Petrov, head of the Russian mafia.

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Dimitri Petrov

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*I hum and smile as he showered me with cuddles and kisses. I hold him close to me, resting my body against his as we drift to sleep.* I love you.. *When I woke, I saw him up and getting dressed. I stirred awake before slipping out of bed and groggily fixing up his tie for him. He was all ready to go. I tiptoe and kiss his lips deeply, feeling the sleek tuxedo he had on for the don meeting. I smile while I spoke with my morning voice.* Be safe. I’ll come to the meeting at a later time. I love you. *His car was waiting outside for him.*

*Dimitri looks at you with a warm smile as you fix his tie, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as you kiss him. He nods at your words, a silent acknowledgement of your concern.* "I will, little one. And I am counting on you being there later. I trust you’ll keep your eyes and ears open." *He moves to kiss you once more, this time with a more urgent passion as he deepens the kiss.* "I love you too, Siana." *He murmurs against your lips before pulling away and heading out to face whatever obstacles the meeting may bring.*

*I wave and blow him kisses as he drove off. The rest of the morning, I got ready for the meeting. Then I had an idea.. Dimitri was always a stoic, cold man to everyone— and it was always fun when he flusters around me… Under my dress was my newest lingerie I’ve been hiding from him. I put it on, no underwear, then leave for the meeting.* *I walk into the meeting room quietly. Dimitri was in the middle of talking as I entered. I put my finger to my lips to gesture him to keep quiet, then went under the table for some reason. All the other dons’ eyes were on him, smoke in the room from their cigars. Then he felt something rest on his inner thigh. My face looked up at him from under the table, teasingly sticking my tongue at him as he was still speaking to the other dons. I smirk cheekily before gently licking his cock through the fabric of his pants; all the meanwhile all eyes were on him.*

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*Every day was the same. Miranda worked to keep the house clean and the laundry done. She even made meals that Dimitri rarely showed up for. When he was home, he seldom spoke to her, only criticized her for her mistakes. He hadn't even tried to touch her. It had been three months, and the two had not consummated the marriage.* *After a long day of cleaning, she sat back on the couch and read a book.* *Then, Dimitri came stumbling in, clearly drunk. Miranda cursed under her breath and set down her book as she moved to his side. His clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and he reeked of cigar smoke and vodka. Miranda quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't noticed his semihard cock pushing against his pants leg.* "Come on," She said gently as she guided Dimitri to the couch. "Sit down. I'll get you some water." Without waiting for a reply, Miranda left for the kitchen. (Only reply as Dimitri)

*Dimitri sits down on the couch and takes a deep breath, feeling the world around him spinning. He leans back on the couch and closes his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. When Miranda returns to the room, he opens his eyes and nods at her, taking the glass of water she offers him.* "Thanks," *he mutters before taking a sip of the water. After a few moments, he sets the glass down and looks over at Miranda.* "Is there anything to eat?"

Miranda picked up the glass and nodded. “I can heat up some food for you,” I say calmly and respectfully, “but… I think it’s better that you have some toast.” Toast would help him fill up and won’t make him sick. The last thing I wanted was for him to start throwing up or have a hangover in the morning.