Only His

Chapter Thirty-Three

Kazimir

It was the end of August, tomorrow would be September and it would be a new month for new beginnings. Time has really gone by. I was sitting in my office staring out the windows of the estate. The house was over 21 thousand acres.

It had eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms. The additional rooms were put to use as a home theater, a game room/lounge area, a gym, a library and meeting room. There were three floors which all had an elevator connected to make moving around easy. There was an indoor swimming pool and indoor spa. There was also an outdoor pool as well.

A large foyer and two living rooms, there were also two gourmet kitchens. On the property I had another house built for all my staff, so they would be able to sleep, eat and shower there. I owned a few other properties that catered to the needs of those around me.

I have multiple properties in Russia, I had too many to count. I was aimlessly sitting in my office doing nothing. I had things to do, but the one thing on my mind was the woman who had taken my attention.

I missed the scent of her, she always smelled of vanilla or coconut. I missed the smoothness of her skin, her big lush breast as my pillows and her big pierced nipples in my mouth. The softness of her voice and her attitude she held.

I missed having her in bed and being in my arms. I missed playing with her hair and just talking to her. I wanted to hear her laughter and see her smile. I missed so many things about her.

I wanted to have Pavol's people put cameras in her apartment, but I knew she wouldn't like that. I had a feeling she would rip them all out and curse me in the process.

I went on my phone and I called Nikolai. I wanted to speak to her and I wanted to hear her voice. The phone rings and he answers.

"Cousin, how can I help?"

"Can you get a call with Imani on the line?"

"Ahh, are you missing your stripper or should I say ex-queen pin?"

"Can you do it or not?"

"Of course I can, give me a few minutes."

He hung up the phone and I waited. I tapped my desk waiting for the phone to ring again. I just needed to hear her voice for a second. My phone began to ring and I answered it. I thought it would be Nikolai, but it was her.

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Kaz?"

"Yes."

"How are you calling me right now?" She asks.

"I had Nikolai put me through, how are you?"

"I'm okay, I just finished working at the club. I'm at home now."

"Good, have you eaten anything?"

"I ate before my shift, so I'm okay."

"Have you been drinking? If so, you know that you have to eat more," I mention.

I knew she had to be, because she does it ever single time at work. I wouldn't be surprised if she was replacing her meals, with some sort of substances. She yawned over the phone and I could hear her moving around.

"I haven't been drinking," she said.

"Oh..."

"Or smoking," she adds.

She was sober? I didn't know what to say to that. I just made an assumption. That was good to hear though.

"I'm sure you didn't call me to ask about all of that."