SEVEN DAYS

chap 20 ♣ Day 4 Mikhail Constantinovich(i)

This chapter is going to be in the point of view of Mikahail Constantinovich. You're literally going to see the whole of this chapter, through his eyes. And I'm sorry if it might be confusing to some of you, because I've always written in 3rd pov in the previous chapters, but I wanted you guys to see this, to properly understand the sort of man Mikhail Constantinovich is. I hope you enjoy reading this every bit as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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MIKAHAIL CONSTANTINOVICH POV

I close my eyes softly, as the steaming water washes over my features from the shower head one more time, before I get out of the shower, walking out naked to my bedroom.

Today's the day I'm going to take Raven out, like we were a normal couple. Have breakfast out of this place. But unfortunately for me, before I could make plans for us, she's made some of her own. She'd called her Dad, to tell him she was coming to visit, and she was bringing a friend along. So apparently, today was going to be a family introduction day as well. I've obviously met her Dad before, without him I fear I never would have been able to get an inch close to Raven, without being blown off, with all the righteous indigination and pride of a dangerous woman. But mostly, I'd love to see her Mom. What kind of woman gives birth to a work of art like Raven? Would her mom have the same fair, smooth alabaster skin like Raven? Barely a tan? No wrinkles? What kind of woman had a womb to house a Queen like Raven, for nine months? Most likely those of a really strong woman. A woman who was just as strong as Raven was.

This is not exactly the best way I would have loved us to spend today, but Raven assured me we were just spending the day there. By late afternoon, we could be out of there and have each other all to ourselves, for the remainder of the day.

As I dress up, my eyes involuntarily move over to the mantel clock and I literally count the minutes since I've been away from her. I had to give her time to let her rest. I'd exhausted her, all day and all night, and it made me feel a little guilty, but not enough for me to wish yesterday had never happened, because I can easily say it was one of the best days of my life. I meant what I said. I did take her into every room, and fucked her in it. It was scandalous, she'd even become shy when we entered rooms that had people in it, but I was unrelenting, wanting to make good of my vow to her body.

Just as I was at the last stages of buttoning my shirt, Dmitri Machiavelli worked into my room. Dmitri is the second head of The Order Of Machiavelli, the Organization I'm a council member in. An organization that had more powers and influence than ten mafias put together. Half the world leaders were in their pockets, and the richest men in the world owed them lifelong favours. Business moguls were in their debts, and they had major correspondence with CIA, FBI, and every other major fucking organizations.

Raising an eyebrow, I had to question
"Dmitri Machiavelli. I didn't know we now play this new game of invading on each other's privacies. You would have to teach me the rules, as I only just learnt of this very interesting game."

"And good day to you too Constantinovich. You shouldn't greet friends that way, yes? I'm a man of means. I didn't have the time to wait for your men to call the lion downstairs from his sex den" Dmitri replied, heading over to sit on a chair

I sigh "why are you here Dmitri?"

"Dominikov is worried about you. You know you're family. You've been absent for council meetings, we don't see you at the Machiavellian Mansion as often as we'd have liked. This...girl, that you've taken a liken to..."