Softly, Tenderly...

KL HOTEL AND CASINO  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
“Boss the top floor cannot be assessed without a key.”  
 
“Shit, I need everyone to keep a close eye on the exit doors.”  
 
Three of Matao’s bodyguards rushed off the elevator.  
 
Matao pushed the elevator down button.  
 
The elevator stopped. The elevator doors slid open.  
 
Shaylynn and Natasha looked at the gathering of men.  
 
Natasha bowed her head.  
 
“Ahh…we can wait,” Shaylynn stated.  
 
“Nonsense.” Matao looked over at his men. “Move aside for the pretty ladies please.”  
 
Matao scooted backwards. His men scooted aside.  
 
Shaylynn and Natasha looked at one another and slowly stepped on.  
 
Both quickly turned around to face the front.  
 
Matao palmed Shaylynn’s lower bare back and reached forward to push the down button. His palm slid up and down her bare back, he then retreated. He inched his presence directly behind hers. He looked down at the white gown resting over her rounded derrière. He stepped back, his eyes inched lower. The long slit up the back of her gown showed her long toned legs from behind.  
 
Matao palmed his chin down. He wondered if he unclasped the small rhinestone button at the back of her neck, what surprise would greet his eyes when she turned around to scold him. He cleared his throat and leaned forward.  
 
“Your perfume smells very good on you.”  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
Matao looked at Shaylynn’s bare shoulder blades. The appearance of her skin was smooth. He wanted to know how the rest looked unclothed. He looked over at the other woman’s black strapless gown she had on. Her skin tone was matte. He looked back over at Shaylynn’s bare back. He liked her bronze-colored skin tone.  
 
“Are you ladies part of the nightly performance tonight?”  
 
Shaylynn pivoted.  
 
“We...”  
 
She lost her voice.  
 
A pair of deep-set coal-black eyes assessed her face. She did not know Belarus was overstocked with handsome men. His skin was a reminiscent of cognac. Midnight-black tight curls were slicked backwards, the thin shag laid below his shoulder blades; the thin trimmed goatee flowed into handsome stony facial features. His plush lips were a promise of sweetness in a throne of passion, such a natural turn on to her. The double-breasted black tailored suit he wore had to have cost a fortunate. It fitted his brawny physique with perfection. Matao palmed his cheeks down under Shaylynn’s close scrutiny. He captured her eyes.  
 
“Well, did I pass the test?”  
 
Shaylynn looked up and imprisoned Matao’s eyes.  
 
“I’m sorry; I did not mean to stare, and yes you’ve passed with a first place blue ribbon.”  
 
Shaylynn smiled and turned back around.  
 
Matao moved aside the loose tendrils hanging down Shaylynn’s back and stroked her bare back. He slowly fingered over her shoulder blade. He palmed the side of her hip, leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, “Can I interest you in dining with me this evening.” His tongue graced her earlobe.  
 
“It’s…its Callie.”  
 
“Callie, would you join me for dinner tonight.”  
 
“I have…”  
 
Matao’s tongue danced behind Shaylynn’s earlobe.  
 
“I…I can’t, I have a show tonight, which we are late for.”  
 
“In this casino?”  
 
Matao kissed the side of Shaylynn’s neck. He palmed her breasts from behind and gently squeezed them. He pulled her to his chest.  
 
“Join me tonight Callie over dinner. I will personally see you home safely.”  
 
Matao kissed over Shaylynn’s shoulder blade.  
 
“Your skin is very soft, as I can imagine the rest.”  
 
Shaylynn inched back. Her derrière made contact with an erect knot between Matao’s legs. She inched up.  
 
Matao wrapped one arm around Shaylynn’s waist, and pulled her backwards.  
 
“No need to rush, it craves your company.”  
 
Shaylynn blushed.  
 
“You are very candid Mr….”  
 
“Call me Matao.”  
 
Matao looked over at Natasha’s back.  
 
“Callie does your friend talk.”  
 
“Da, moy drug govorit, slishkom mnogo potreblyayemogo vina.”  
 
“Vy khorosho govorite po-russki.”  
 
“Spasibo Matao.”  
 
The elevator doors open.  
 
Matao’s men stepped off.  
 
Matao stepped around Shaylynn and faced her.  
 
“It was nice meeting you Callie.”  
 
“The same here Matao.”  
 
Matao lifted Shaylynn’s hand and kissed it. He liked her light-brown colored eyes, and lips he knew could bring a man to his knees with pleasure. He leaned over and kissed her slowly on the lips.  
 
Shaylynn’s tongue slowly slithered inside Matao’s mouth.  
 
“Umm.”  
 
Matao palmed the sides of Shaylynn’s face and slightly deepened the kiss.  
 
Shaylynn’s arms sheltered Matao’s waist. He rested his forehead against hers.  
 
“You got me wanting you with an explosive need Callie, we definitely have to do something about that.”  
 
“Does this mean I get to see the rest of you at my leisure?”  
 
 “Definitely.”  
 
Matao kissed Shaylynn’s forehead, and then the bridge of her nose.  
 
“Can I see you after your performance?”  
 
“Yes you may.”  
 
Shaylynn slowly leaned her face up and kissed Matao on his lips again.  
 
Matao inched closer and steadily deepened the kiss.  
 
“Umm,” both breathlessly uttered against the other’s lips.  
 
Shaylynn gradually broke away.  
 
Matao lifted Shaylynn’s hand and kissed her palm.  
 
Shaylynn stroked Matao’s chin.  
 
“You may meet me in front of the Coconut Grove Room.”  
 
“I will be waiting.”  
 
Matao kissed Shaylynn’s lips again.  
 
The elevator doors began to close.  
 
One of Matao’s men caught it before it sealed.  
 
Matao spaced his face. He looked down into Shaylynn’s eyes and caressed her cheek.  
 
“Enjoy your performance.”  
 
“The best ones usually starts in elevators with several eyes looking on.”  
 
Matao winked at Shaylynn.  
 
“Nadeyus’, vam ponravitsya chuvstvo moikh gub, poka gorazdo pozzhe.”  
 
“I’m disappointment; I could not enjoy the rest.”  
 
Matao slowly kissed Shaylynn on her lips again. He turned and stepped off the elevator; he turned around to face her.  
 
“Matao, you may want to try 36 right, 7 left, and 24 right.”  
 
“Wait, what does that mean Callie?”  
 
The elevator doors slid close.  
 
“Shit.”  
 
Matao stabbed at the elevator button. The elevator dropped.  
 
“Fuck!” Matao hit the wall  
 
 “I thought those men would never leave.”  
 
“It appears you were enjoying yourself.”  
 
“I had to think of a quick diversion. Natasha, I think those men were after us.”  
 
“Are you sure.”  
 
“No, but I sensed numbers all over that man name Matao’s aura.”  
 
“What.”  
 
“Numbers.”  
 
The elevator doors slid open.  
 
Both women stepped off.  
 
The chauffeur met their presence.  
 
“Hurry.”  
 
Shaylynn and Natasha ran over to the limousine. Her red dress slipped from under her gown. Shaylynn stopped and looked back.  
 
“Shit, my dress.” Shaylynn pivoted.  
 
Natasha grabbed Shaylynn by the hand.  
 
“Come on, before those men come looking for us.”  
 
The chauffeur opened the door.  
 
Both women climbed in, the chauffeur closed the door. He ran around to the front driver side, opened the door, got in, and pulled the door close. He plugged the key into the ignition, and started the vehicle. He floored the gas pedal.  
 
“Any sign of those two women.”  
 
“No Boss.”  
 
“Shit! Did you five check this entire casino?”  
 
“Yes and the adjoined shopping mall.”  
 
Matao licked his lips.  
 
The woman who he kissed perfume graced his nostrils.  
 
“What time is the scheduled performance tonight?”  
 
Everyone looked at Matao.  
 
“What performance Boss?”  
 
“I met a treasured beauty, who is performing here tonight, and after that, she is mine for the rest of the evening.” He remembered the feel of her lips under his. “And in the morning, and the following next day.”  
 
“Boss, this casino, has no scheduled performances tonight.”  
 
“No performances, are you sure of this?”  
 
“Yes Boss.”  
 
“Wait, she said at….” Matao snapped his fingers. “In the Coconut Grove Room.”  
 
Everyone looked at one another.  
 
“Boss, there is no Coconut Grove Room in this Casino.”  
 
Matao slicked his hand back through a head of tight black curls.  
 
“She said…dammit…oh shit!”  
 
Matao ran over to the elevator. His men followed him.  
 
Matao stabbed at the elevator down button.  
 
The elevator doors slid open.  
 
Matao stepped on. His men crowded into the elevator.  
 
The elevator doors slid close.  
 
The elevator dropped one floor. The elevator doors slid open.  
 
Matao, followed by his men rushed off.  
 
Matao looked around the garage. His men looked in every direction.  
 
A car drove toward them.  
 
Two of Matao’s men stepped in front of the car. One rushed the driver side of the vehicle.  
 
The driver rolled down the tinted windows.  
 
“What the fuck is this!” the elderly man barked.  
 
Matao stepped forward.  
 
“I apologize sir.”  
 
“Stupid fucks.”  
 
The man’s window automatically slid up. He sped off.  
 
“Shit,” Matao growled. “Where the fuck could they have gotten to so quickly.”  
 
“Who Boss?”  
 
“The two women in the elevator.”  
 
Matao looked around the garage. He saw something in the far distance sprawled on the concrete. He ran over to the object and picked it up from off the concrete. He held it up to view.  
 
His five bodyguards ran over to him.  
 
“Boss that was the red dress the woman was wearing who won the money.”  
 
Matao smelled the clothing item.  
 
The same perfume from the woman he kissed in the elevator, welcomed his nostrils.  
 
“Fuck.” Matao looked around the garage area. “I want this woman found. I do not care how much it costs; hire extra men if you must.”  
 
Matao smelled the dress again. His thoughts swayed to the feel of the woman’s smooth skin, and sweet lips; her soft body pressed against his He remembered she also spoke Russian.  
 
“I want her found dammit!”  
 
Matao turned and walked back to the elevator. He pushed the up elevator button. He held the dress up to his nostrils, and sniffed it again.  
 
The elevator doors opened.  
 
Matao, and then his men stepped on.  
 
GRANDVIEW LANE ESTATE  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
The chauffeur rounded a graveled pave way.  
 
Shaylynn looked out the window at the limestone colonial mansion.  
 
“Where are we?”  
 
“I do not know,” Shaylynn whispered.  
 
The door was opened.  
 
“You two may follow me.”  
 
“Wait, where we are?”  
 
“This is the Livoski’s estate.”  
 
“I do not understand.”  
 
“Mr. Livoski has arranged for you to stay here until further notice.”  
 
Shaylynn stepped out the limousine. Natasha followed.  
 
The chauffeur shut the door. He escorted both to a brown double-door. He rang the doorbell.  
 
An elderly woman opened the door.  
 
“Come this way ladies. We are expecting you.”  
 
“Thank you Mr. Red that would be all.”  
 
Shaylynn could not make out the face of the woman whose voice intercepted.  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
The chauffeur turned and walked away.  
 
The housekeeper shut the door.  
 
“That would be all Hilda.”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
The housekeeper walked away.  
 
Mrs. Livoski stepped from the archway of the door.  
 
“Good evening ladies, I have been briefed about the nature of your stay.”  
 
She walked closer.  
 
“Good evening. My name is Shaylynn Wind...Shaylynn Forrester.”  
 
“Hi, my name is Natasha Everov.”  
 
“Your bedrooms have been prepared. Please follow me.”  
 
Shaylynn looked around the grand foyer.  
 
“Which one of you ladies know my son.”  
 
“Son.”  
 
“Yes Kincaid.”  
 
“I do ma’am.”  
 
Mrs. Livoski scrutinized Shaylynn from her head-to-her toes.  
 
“We will talk more dear in the morning.”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
Mrs. Livoski led Shaylynn and Natasha up two flights of staircases.  
 
“Natasha, this is your bedroom.” Mrs. Livoski opened the door.  
 
Shaylynn and Natasha stepped inside.  
 
“This is a very nice bedroom. Wow, it’s very huge, and beautifully decorated.”  
 
“Thank you dear. Shaylynn, you may come with me, your room is down the hall.”  
 
“I will see you in the morning.” Shaylynn and Natasha hugged each other. “I will be across the hallway if you need anything, and I’m so sorry, for getting us into this.”  
 
“It’s not fair you get to have all the fun.”  
 
Shaylynn inched back.  
 
“Thank you for understanding.”  
 
“I’m going to take a bath; I will talk to you later on.”  
 
“Okay.  
 
“This way dear.”  
 
Shaylynn pulled Natasha’s bedroom door close and followed Mrs. Livoski down the hall.  
 
STARLIGHT RESORT AND CASINO  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
Matao sat at his desk. He lifted the red dress and smelled it again.  
 
Three of his bodyguards walked into his office. One closed the door.  
 
“Any idea on the combination Boss.”  
 
“Do you see the fucking safe open?”  
 
One of his bodyguards looked over at the wall safe.  
 
“Mr. Pachinko, there have been no other sightings of the two women you are trying to locate.”  
 
Matao placed the dress back on his cherry wood desk.  
 
“Boss, I’ve read something about this happening in Monte Carlo. There was this woman who hit three casinos, and won a substantial amount of money.”  
 
“Was it either one of these two women?”  
 
“It was reported the woman wore a mask.”  
 
“How in the fuck does that help me?”  
 
“Sorry Boss.”  
 
His bodyguard glanced down and continued to read the newspaper.  
 
Matao stood and walked over to his safe. He grabbed the solid gold rotary combination lock in his hand, and turned it in every direction. He pulled on it, the door did not bulge.  
 
“Shit.”  
 
He thought about every possible combination. He slammed his fist into the safe.  
 
“Boss, just hire someone to get it open.”  
 
“It’s not that simple. This safe is fireproof, and made with the finest titanium money can buy, no combination, means no fucking entry.”  
 
Matao walked back to his desk and took a seat.  
 
“I need you five to ask around the other casinos.”  
 
“Well, boss at least she did not hit this one.”  
 
“Have not hit it yet, and I need updates every hour.”  
 
“Yes Mr. Pachinko.”  
 
“Would you get your head out that fucking newspaper? There’s work to do.”  
 
“Hold on Boss, I think your search is over.”  
 
His bodyguard stood and walked over to where Matao sat. He laid the newspaper out on his desk.  
 
“Read it boss.”  
 
Matao read the headlines.  
 
“Spend an evening with one of Bolshoi Ballet School Elite.” Matao looked up. “I do not have time to read a fucking newspaper.”  
 
“Boss, continue to read.”  
 
“Spend an enchanting evening with a ballet dancer gala. Food, drinks, and then a silent auction to bid on your favorite female ballerina, or male dancer. A romantic intimate candlelit dinner and several photograph opportunities will ensue. All proceeds will go to Bolshoi Ballet. Below are the participating ballerinas and male dancers, including a short biography.”  
 
Matao looked over the faces of the partaking female ballet dancers.  
 
“Very nice, however ordinary, not interested.  
 
“Now turn the page Boss.”  
 
Matao looked up at his bodyguard.  
 
“Turn the page boss.”  
 
Matao took a deep breath and turned the page.  
 
A huge colored photograph and lengthy write-up of Shaylynn captured Matao’s attention. He immediately stood. He pointed down to the newspaper.  
 
“This is the woman I’ve been looking for.” Matao looked down and read the newspaper. “Shaylynn Forrester, Lead Ballerina, age twenty-one. An honorary graduate of Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow, Russia. A resident of California, fluently speaks, Russia, Arabic, French, and Swahili. Is a green belt in karate? The sole-proprietor of Shaylynn’s Ballet School and Dance Studio in San Diego, California.” Matao went on to read the reviews on Shaylynn’s past performances, and her listed dancing credentials. He flipped the newspaper over. He looked down at Natasha’s photograph.  
 
“Yes, these are definitely the two women. Have my plane ready to fly out in the next hour, and a reservation at the nearest hotel, preferably the penthouse suite”  
 
“Boss, it states the bidding starts out five thousand dollars.”  
 
“Make sure you contact whomever, and block all bids for Shaylynn.”  
 
“Boss, can you do that?”  
 
“Yes, not get it done.”  
 
“Yes sir.”  
 
“Thanks man.”  
 
“You’re welcome Boss.”  
 
His bodyguard hurried to the door and opened it.  
 
“And close the door.”  
 
“Yeah boss.”  
 
His bodyguard pulled the door close.  
 
Matao sat back down. He held the newspaper up.  
 
“Lovely, educated, young, and speaks Russia. I will make sure your time is wisely invested by me, Shaylynn Forrester.”  
 
Matao placed the newspaper back on the desk. He sat back in his chair.  
 
GRANDVIEW LANE ESTATE  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
“Shaylynn, my husband has informed me you know my son.”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
Shaylynn looked over at the beautiful elderly woman sharing the breakfast table with her. Her skin was youthful and flawless. Her curly dark-brown hair was drawn back and clasped in a rhinestone hair comb. Her expressive dark-brown eyes soften when she spoke. Her Russian accent was softy audible.  
 
Mr. Livoski walked into the dining room area.  
 
“Kinkeyd budet zdes' ochen' skoro.”  
 
“Eto neveroyatnaya novost.”  
 
Kincaid is on his way here Shaylynn thought. She wanted to scream out with joy at the top of her lungs.  
 
“Is something wrong dear?”  
 
“I’m sorry; I didn’t know Kincaid is expected.”  
 
Mrs. and Mr. Livoski looked at one another.  
 
“You understand Russian.”  
 
“Yes, I also speak it fluently.”  
 
Natasha walked into the dining room.  
 
“Good morning everyone.”  
 
“Good morning dear.”  
 
“Shaylynn, I have contacted Miss. Ptrovo. She will be sending a car for us to fly out in an hour.”  
 
“I do not advise that young lady.”  
 
“Mr. Livoski, I appreciate your generosity, but Miss Ptrovo, was not too thrilled we missed a practice, as she states, we must be sharp and in tuned for this evening’s gala.”  
 
“Young lady, I’m sure my son would like to speak to you, and if all necessary. He will escort you and your friend to Moscow personally.”  
 
Shaylynn looked up at Natasha.  
 
“We will wait for another hour, than I have no other choice but to leave. Natasha, can you please advise Miss Ptrovo, we will be arriving in Moscow in three hours, maybe four.”  
 
“Yes.”  
 
Natasha walked out the kitchen.  
 
“Mrs. Livoski, do you mind if I freshen up.”  
 
“Yes, we will speak later.”  
 
“Yes ma’am. Oh, you have a very lovely home.”  
 
“Thank you.”  
 
Shaylynn stood and walked out the grand dining room.  
 
“And you say, she won a million dollars in your casino.”  
 
“Yes darling, it was phenomenal. I have never seen such. Kincaid stated she has a gift with numbers.”  
 
“That may not be a gift. If used the wrong way, it could be a curse, and a downfall to others.”  
 
“Thank you for understanding. I will be in my office.”  
 
“All right.”  
 
Mr. Livoski leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek. He walked out of the dining room.  
 
“Hilda.”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
“Could you make sure our guests have appropriate traveling clothes?”  
 
“Yes ma’am.”  
 
Hilda turned and walked out the dining room.  
 
STARLIGHT RESORT AND CASINO  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
“One of Matao’s bodyguards peeped his head in Matao’s office.  
 
“Boss, you have a minute.”  
 
Matao looked down at his Rolex.  
 
“Yes, and make it quick.”  
 
His bodyguard walked in.  
 
“I’ve made several calls to the Bolshoi Ballet.”  
 
Matao sat back in his chair.  
 
“Go on.”  
 
“I could not block the bidding. I was told, everyone will bid fairly.”  
 
“Shit!” Matao palmed his chin. “Is my jet ready to fly out?”  
 
“Yes sir, and the hotel reservations have been made.”  
 
Matao looked down at his watch again.  
 
“I will meet everyone downstairs in about an hour.”  
 
“Yes sir.”  
 
His bodyguard walked to the door, exited, and pulled the door close.  
 
GRANDVIEW LANE ESTATE  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
Kincaid’s chauffeur pulled the leased limousine around the circular driveway and parked it. His chauffeur rested the engine, and then withdrew the key. He unsnapped his seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out. He pushed the door close.  
 
Kincaid pivoted to look out the rear window. His bodyguard’s vehicle pulled up.  
 
The chauffeur opened the door.  
 
Kincaid stepped out, and then Geoffrey.  
 
The chauffeur closed the door and stepped back.  
 
Bruiser and Madman stepped out the second vehicle.  
 
The chauffeur closed the door.  
 
Kincaid and Geoffrey walked back to his two bodyguards.  
 
“This is my parent’s home; each man standing here will enter and exit with respect.”  
 
“Yes sir.”  
 
Kincaid, Geoffrey, Bruiser, Madman, and his two chauffeurs walked up to the door.  
 
Kincaid dipped inside the side pocket of his suit jacket. He produced a key, inserted it inside the lock, and twisted the doorknob. He opened the door, and withdrew the key; he entered his parent’s home.  
 
Geoffrey, followed, his two bodyguards entered, and then his two chauffeurs. One of his chauffeurs closed the door back.  
 
Hilda appeared.  
 
“Good morning Mr. Livoski, would you like me to get you and your guests something refreshing to drink, as well as something to eat.”  
 
Kincaid turned to look at everyone.  
 
Jet-lag showed in their facial expression.  
 
“Yes. Hilda where are my parents?”  
 
“In your father’s study.”  
 
“Thank you. Everyone, you may follow Hilda.”  
 
Kincaid walked off. He went in search of his parents. He was hoping his father was successful in coveting Shaylynn’s presence.  
 
Kincaid knocked on the door to his father’s study.  
 
“Come in.”  
 
Kincaid opened the door and walked in.  
 
Mrs. Livoski stood.  
 
Kincaid crossed the study, and embraced his mother.  
 
“Mother.”  
 
Kincaid kissed his mother on her forehead.  
 
Both stepped back.  
 
“You look wonderful son, how is Las Vegas?”  
 
“Fine.”  
 
“And business.”  
 
“Fine. Mother, could I have a private word with father.”  
 
“Certainly.”  
 
Mrs. Livoski walked to the door she pivoted.  
 
“I see you have exquisite taste for thee extraordinary.”  
 
“If that is a compliment mother, thank you.”  
 
“You’re welcome son, and we will talk later dear.”  
 
“Yes mother.”  
 
Mrs. Livoski smiled at the two, opened the door, and then walked out her husband’s study. She pulled the door close  
 
“Sit down son.”  
 
Kincaid rounded the chair across from his father’s desk and took a seat.  
 
“Father is…”  
 
“Yes Shaylynn is upstairs in one of the guest’s bedrooms.”  
 
Kincaid’s chest relaxed  
 
“Kincaid, this woman. How can you possibly explain her winning over one million dollars in my casino.”  
 
“She was born with a gift to foresee numbers.”  
 
“Numbers, is she clairvoyant?”  
 
“No, her only gift is the accuracy with numbers she stated, and several gifts, yet to be discovered.”  
 
“And you accept that.”  
 
“Funny you should ask. That’s how I met her. However, it was only seventy-three thousand dollars from my casino.”  
 
“And this ability she has is on the up-and-up.”  
 
“After she assisted me with winning five hundred thousand dollars in Monte Carlo, yes sir.”  
 
“Then you may have a problem.”  
 
Kincaid sat up.  
 
“What problem.”  
 
“Two of my security officers, were confronted by Matao, and his men demanding to know where Shaylynn was taken too. And my garage security cameras got him and his men, running out to the garage to search for her.”  
 
Kincaid palmed his cheeks down.  
 
“This will not be the first time.”  
 
“Meaning.”  
 
“Nothing father.”  
 
“Oh, you may have to find a solution to this.”  
 
Mr. Livoski slid a newspaper across his desk.  
 
“I suggest you read page five”  
 
Kincaid reached forward, slid the newspaper to him, and lifted it from off his father’s desk. He opened the newspaper, and thumped through it. He read the newspaper article.  
 
“Spend an enchanting evening with a ballet dancer gala. Food, drinks, and then a silent auction to bid on your favorite female ballerina, or male dancer. A romantic intimate candlelit dinner and several photograph opportunities will ensue. All proceeds will go to Bolshoi Ballet. Below are the participating ballerinas and male dancers, including a short biography.”  
 
 “Son, if I saw that. I can bet my last dollar. Matao and his men have read it. Kincaid, if you want that pretty woman protected. Take her back to Las Vegas.”  
 
“I did not come this far, to leave her here in Belarus or Russia. Dad, do you mind if we finish this conversation lately. There is a woman who I have searched for, and eager to see.”  
 
“Don’t forget the walls are sound proof.”  
 
Kincaid smiled, stood, and walked to the door. He reached down for the doorknob. He turned around.  
 
“Thanks father for your assistance.”  
 
“Pay homage, and marry her, and make your mother and me grandparents.”  
 
“It’s on my agenda.”  
 
Kincaid walked the quiet hallway of the west wing of his parents’ home. He unloosened his tie, and pulled it from around his neck. He rested it over his shoulder. He stopped in front of the guest bedroom, turned the doorknob, and then entered. He pushed the door close. Kincaid looked around. He saw clothes neatly laid out of a chaise. He heard the shower running. Kincaid took off his shoes, socks, and then his suit jacket, shit, and then his pants and briefs last. He unclasped his Rolex, and placed it on the dresser. He walked to the bathroom door and opened it.  
 
A cloak of steam escaped.  
 
Kincaid closed the door. He glimpsed Shaylynn’s silhouette through the glassed enclosure. He took a deep breath, and slowly slid the shower door back. He stepped inside and slid the door close. He leaned back against the tile and bent her arms over his chest. He looked at Shaylynn’s posterior view. His eyes could not get past her derrière.  
 
“What a lovely sight.”  
 
Shaylynn dipped her head under the shower nuzzle.  
 
The shampoo poured down her face. She wiped her face down with her palm, opened her eyes, and then turned around. Her eyes met Kincaid’s eyes.  
 
Both closed the gap.  
 
Kincaid’s arms snaked around Shaylynn’s waist; he pulled her closer and kissed her apprehended her lips slowly. He inched his face back  
 
“God, I’ve missed you woman.”  
 
Shaylynn held Kincaid tighter.  
 
“You came.”  
 
Kincaid tilted Shaylynn’s chin.  
 
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”  
 
“I…”  
 
“You have always been my weakness.”  
 
Shaylynn pressed her body closer. She kissed Kincaid’s chest. She lifted her face.  
 
Kincaid bent his and covered her lips.  
 
Shamika fenced her arms around Kincaid’s neck.  
 
Kincaid’s tongue wandered inside Shaylynn’s mouth.  
 
Shaylynn hugged Kincaid tighter. Her lips did not rest; her tongue found comfort inside his mouth.  
 
“Oh….my sweet sweet addiction.”  
 
Kincaid’s palms wandered over Shaylynn’s wet back. He picked her up, and held her by her buttocks. He opened the shower door and stepped out. Kincaid exited the bathroom and rushed over to the bed; he laid her on it.  
 
Shaylynn looked up at Kincaid.  
 
“I love you Kincaid.”  
 
“This you must prove to me.”  
 
Shaylynn reached out for Kincaid.  
 
“I will, after this has been achieved.”  
 
He softly eluded her intentions. He looked down into her eyes, and stroked her cheek.  
 
“Shaylynn, I love you. Nevertheless, I ask that you marry me. I want you, and no future promises that may need to be amended beyond this bed.”  
 
“Kincaid...I, I just recently went through a divorce.”  
 
“Yes, I am aware of that. However, I stand by my convictions. I want a marriage, anything less than that is not to my liking.”  
 
Shaylynn sat up.  
 
“Kincaid, I love you, could we discuss this later.” She looked at the virility displayed in front of her. “Make love to me, please.”  
 
Kincaid crawled over Shaylynn.  
 
“Before we leave Russia, you will become Mrs. Livoski.”  
 
“Yes…yes.”  
 
Kincaid’s mouth blanketed hers. His tongue chiseled inside her mouth. He kissed her earlobe, and then whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.”  
 
“I love you. I’m sorry you had to wait for me.”  
 
Kincaid covered her lips with one finger. He slowly removed it.  
 
“I would have waited an eternal for you.”  
 
Kincaid kissed the tears rolling down Shaylynn’s cheek.  
 
“I love you Shaylynn, baby don’t worry. I would never let any harm or hurt come to you.”  
 
“Oh Kincaid.”  
 
Their lips met.  
 
Kincaid’s lips treaded down Shaylynn’s neck. His tongue flickered over a breast.  
 
“Oh baby.” He cupped one of her buttock.  
 
Shaylynn’s arms rounded his neck. She arched her back and opened her legs at her readiness for him to please her.  
 
Kincaid palmed his dick.  
 
“Wait…I need you to wear some form of protection. I am not taking any birth control.”  
 
“I guess the future of my heirs will be conceived here.”  
 
Kincaid swiftly entered Shaylynn’s pussy.  
 
“Oh…baby, you are tight.”  
 
Kincaid withdrew his manhood, spit on his hand, and covered his manhood. He leaned down and kissed Shaylynn on her lips, and progressively entered her.  
 
“Ummmm.”  
 
Shaylynn kissed Kincaid’s chest.  
 
Kincaid kissed Shaylynn on her nose, and the side of her neck. Her laid his palms in her palms, and positioned her hands over her head. Kincaid inched back, and withdrew. He let her hands go. He inched back, and positioned himself on his stomach. He opened Shaylynn’s legs. Kincaid kissed the side of her inner thigh. His tongue made a circle around the opening to her vaginal passageway. He inserted one finger inside of her.  
 
Shaylynn gyrated on Kincaid’s finger.  
 
Kincaid dipped hi head, and inserted the tip of his tongue inside.  
 
“Kin…O.” Shaylynn palmed one of her breasts. Kincaid removed his finger, and twisted his tongue inside of her.  
 
“Ki…oh baby.”  
 
Kincaid suckled Shaylynn’s clitoris. His mouth, coveted the opening. He gripped her buttocks, and pulled her pussy to his face.  
 
“Oh…baby, I love you.” Kincaid moaned while he suckled her.  
 
Shaylynn placed one of her palms over Kincaid’s head. She arched her back.  
 
Kincaid kissed the perimeter of her downy hairs. He got on his knees and crawled over her.  
 
Shaylynn opened her legs.  
 
Kincaid extended his body, palmed the wall, and then cupped his manhood. He eased his manhood inside her womanhood. He leaned down and kissed her.  
 
Shaylynn palmed Kincaid’s back. She inched up, and kissed his chest.  
 
Kincaid bend his head. He met Shaylynn’s lips.  
 
Shaylynn moved her womanhood, over his manhood.  
 
“Oh woman, you feel so good. From here, there will be no turning back.”  
 
“Oh…yes…I would not dream of it.”  
 
Shaylynn hugged Kincaid, and widely moved her hips.  
 
Kincaid rapidly thrust inside her.  
 
“Oh, baby.”  
 
Shaylynn squeezed her vaginal muscles.  
 
Kincaid laid on top of Shaylynn. He extended her arms out and humped her pelvis, He then placed her arms them over her head, and rotated a nipple between his lips, before sucking it. His groin relentlessly crashed into Shaylynn’s pelvis; his solid erection, tunneled farther and quicker inside of her.  
 
Kin…caid…” Shaylynn hugged him; submitting to rapture she only found in the luxury of his arms. “Kin…oh bab…right there.”  
 
Kincaid smothered Shaylynn’s moans with his lips.  
 
“Baby…oh shit, I love you…Shy… Kincaid threw his neck backwards. “Oh…”  
 
“Kincaid…”  
 
Shaylynn’s climax, slammed into a bursting dam of Kincaid’s ejaculation.  
 
Kincaid kissed Shaylynn on her lips. His moved his semi-flaccid in their mingled essence.  
 
Shaylynn stroked Kincaid’s cheek.  
 
“You are still a very handsome man, and I hope you like twins, or triplets, because they do tend to run in my family.”  
 
“Sons or daughters will be loved.”  
 
There was a knock on the door.  
 
“Who… is it.”  
 
“Shaylynn, Miss Ptrovo has unfortunately sent a car for us, to take us to the airport.”  
 
“I will be right there, Natasha.”  
 
“I will be downstairs.”  
 
Kincaid slid off Shaylynn. He rested himself on a bent elbow.  
 
“I would be your transportation back to Russia. I do not trust anyone else’s traveling agenda with my future wife.” He rubbed over her stomach, and then kissed it. “Or the possible future of my heirs.”  
 
“Kincaid, Miss Ptrovo does not like to be defiled.”  
 
“I will deal with Miss. Ptrovo.” Kincaid kissed Shaylynn. “I will be in the shower; you could tell your friend you have other traveling plans. I will call Miss.  
 
 Ptrovo, after, I’ve shower, and changed.”  
 
“I wish, I could say the same thing. It appears someone interrupted mine.”  
 
“I promise to save you some hot water.”  
 
Kincaid winked at her, and got up.  
 
“Kincaid, are you sure about this, us, marriage.”  
 
Kincaid leaned over the bed. “I was sure, the moment, I walked up to the Roulette table, and saw the back of those lovely legs of yours, the loose ends, only had to be tied.” He kissed her lips and stroked her cheek. He walked into the bathroom.  
 
Shaylynn smiled and rose from out the bed. She quickly dressed into the traveling clothes, left out on the chaise.  
 
STARLIGHT RESORT AND CASINO  
Minsk, Belarus  
 
“Mr. Pachinko, everyone is ready to move out.”  
 
“In a minute.”  
 
Matao twisted the combination lock to his safe. He angrily withdrew his weapon from out his hostler, and stepped back. He fired off a shot. After the smoked cleared. Not a bullet penetrated the armored surface.  
 
“Boss, give your head a rest. When we come back from Russia and you’ve fucked that pretty woman, just maybe the next morning something will come to mind.”  
 
“That is a woman, one takes the time to finesse the pussy.”  
 
Matao rehostlered his weapon, and stepped in front of his safe. He tried several more combination sequences. He became angry, at each failed attempt. He took a deep breath, and turned around.  
 
“I will be down in a moment. Have everyone, ready to move out, and no last minute shit to delay my progress.”  
 
“Yes Boss.”  
 
His bodyguard, walked out the office, and pulled the door close. Matao looked down at the newspaper picture of Shaylynn. He lifted it and read her bio ago.  
 
“Did I pass the test?”  
 
“I’m sorry; I did not mean to stare, and yes you’ve passed with a first place blue ribbon.”  
 
“Matao you may want to try 36 right, 7 left, and 24 right.”  
 
“Wait, what does that mean Callie?”  
 
Matao looked over at his wall. He ran over to his safe. He twisted the combination to 36 right, and then a counter-clock twist to the number 7, and then on the number 24. He held his breath, and pulled on the door handle.  
 
The safe opened.  
 
“How in the fuck…” He looked down at Shaylynn’s picture in the newspaper. “I hope you can hear me, you will be mine by the end of the evening.”  
 
Someone knocked on the door.  
 
“Come in.”  
 
His bodyguard walked in. He looked at the safe.  
 
“Boss, you got the safe open, how.”  
 
“You will never believe how if I told you, tell everyone to get up here.”  
 
“Yes sir.”  
 
His bodyguard ran out the office.  
 
Matao walked back to his desk, and took a seat. He placed the newspaper back down on his desk. He looked down at the picture of Shaylynn.  
 
All five of Matao’s bodyguards entered his office.  
 
“Close the door.”  
 
One of his bodyguards closed the door.  
 
“What is it Boss.”  
 
“I just wanted to thank each and every one of you for the patience. But as of now, I have your payroll checks and monthly bonuses.”  
 
His bodyguards looked at one another.  
 
Matao stood up and walked over to his safe. He removed five envelopes and walked over to each man. He handed each an envelope.  
 
“I will see everyone downstairs.  
 
“Gee, thanks Boss.”  
 
All four strolled to the door, and exited his office.  
 
“Boss, is something troubling you?”  
 
“Yes, I want to know how a complete beautiful stranger, knew the combination to my safe.”  
 
“Boss, I told you, she guessed correctly at the Roulette table, before each bet was placed.”  
 
“I do not want any interference with tonight’s bidding, and then make sure my plans of traveling have been taken care of.”  
 
“Boss, I hate to say it, but I believe the evening festivities are to be held on the grounds of the Bolshoi Theatre Ballroom.”  
 
“I do not give a fuck. Shaylynn’s presence will be at my side after this evening, no excuses, and if anyone, attempts to interfere with my fate, kill them.”  
 
“Boss, I hope you know what you’re doing.”  
 
“The point is I don’t, and the strange reason is, I like it because of it. If what abilities this woman has; then I have personal usage for her, other than the pleasure she will provide in my bed.”  
 
Both men laughed.  
 
 
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