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Her ex is back and he wants revenge. But what will he do when he finds out the real reason she dumped him… And about their secret baby?
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Alexei Rustanov hailed from a land where one could regularly spot ex, current, and future supermodels walking down the same busy Moscow streets. But in his opinion, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was seated on the mattress they called their bed in his dumpy efficiency apartment.
That morning he walked out of his bathroom to find her in nothing but her yellow polka-dot bikini bottoms. She was leaning into the direct path of the nearby fan, blissfully receiving its lackluster breeze on day six of one of the worst heat waves on record in Dallas history.
Alexei ran a hand over the dark beard he’d considered removing because of the stifling heat and let his eyes roam over his girlfriend’s body in silent appreciation. Eva’s ebony skin glistened with sweat, and her thick, natural hair lay in two chunky French braids that barely reached below her ears. It wasn’t her most glamorous look but he still went instantly hard as he envisioned taking each of her sweat-beaded breasts into his mouth and lavishing them with the attention they deserved.
Though Alexei and Eva had lived together for almost three months, he could still hardly believe she was his. This beautiful and kind woman chose him despite his run-down, sweltering apartment and the two-digit state of his bank account. She made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
As if sensing his gaze, Eva’s eyes popped open and she unleashed her heart-stoppingly gorgeous smile on him.
“Hey, baby,” she said in her lively Texas twang. “I didn’t hear you come out of the bathroom. You know, for such a big fellow you move like a cat!”
“Let me replace the feminine-sounding ‘cat’ with ‘panther’ and I will agree,” he said moving his six-foot-six frame to stand close to the edge of the bed. He wanted badly to join her in front of the fan but he still had to get in his daily workout and shower before his security guard shift at the School of Social Work began.
Eva made it difficult for him to stay focused on his plans when she gave him a sexy grin and asked, “Are all you Russians trained to move like panthers?”
Alexei paused. It was true that as the scion of the Rustanov crime family he had a number of skills that set him apart from his peers. For instance, he was comfortable using a wide range of guns from the basic point-and-shoot to the more complex semi-automatic and automatic. Thanks to the tutelage of his father and uncle, he also knew how to sell those same weapons to interested parties using his trademark mixture of charm, marketing savvy, and barely-subtle aggression.
