I looked at myself in the full length mirror and took a deep breath.“You look beautiful Harper.” Latisha was behind me in a stunning burgundy full length dress. I smiled, tears in my eyes. I looked straight ahead again at my fishtail wedding dress, full length lace sleeves because we decided to get married in autumn in Russia and two foot veil. That was my favourite. The door knocked and Maxim came in eyes closed.“We are ready ladies.” He nearly knocked himself out as he exited the room. We both cracked up laughing. I turned to Latisha who handed me my bouquet. Red and white lilies. My mum’s favourite flower.“You got this,” she kissed my cheek and put a stray hair behind my ear. My hair was down slightly curly but nothing major.“Lets go.” We left the room and walked down the stairs and to the left. Latisha opened the door and we were greeted by my wedding planner Anna.“Harper, you look amazing. Dimitri is here ready to go. Are you ready?” My heart quickened at his name.“Yes.” We
Dimitri POVMy eyes opened to silence. Looking around to the other side of the bed I saw it was empty. I peeked up and saw the cot which was attached to our bed was also empty. Puzzled, I got up and walked downstairs.“You’re a pretty girl hey?” I heard Harper say as I entered the living room. My heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness as I saw her, sitting on the couch.“Morning,” I said and realised how rough my voice was. Looking up she grinned at me.“Look baby daddy’s up!”“Why did you let me sleep in? it should be you sleeping in.” She shrugged.“You have had no sleep as well, you don’t have to wake up with me every time I feed her you know,” she chuckled, a beautiful sound. I smiled at her and lent around.“Dobroye utro printsessa,” I picked her up to say good morning to my princess. I stared into my baby’s face. She was a perfect mix of me and Harper. Harper’s soft face and beautiful lips but she had my dark eyes and much to my mum’s delight she definitely looked
I walked through the dark corridor, music was already playing and it was giving me a headache. As I opened the door to the changing room six other women, very much less dressed then me looked up, a few waved.“Harper!! Stag do in tonight,” Latisha shouted to me as she put her stocking on. Latisha was my best friend in this place and management often put us on the rota together. We made men stay longer, which equals more drinking, which equalled more money. She combed through her thick black afro hair and let it stay out growing everywhere but down.“Banging, tips galore,” I said as I undid my jacket. I had my work clothes on under my normal clothes and slowly got undressed. 20 minutes to opening, so I had time for a crafty cigarette before the show started.“Fag?” She asked, reading my mind once I was fully undressed. I nodded and put my jacket back on over my lingerie. I was glad I wore my favourite tonight. Aqua matching set, which also matched my eyes and looked amazing against my
Me and Latisha were at the bar getting more champagne for the stag do table.“And he tipped you how much?” She turned to me with shock all over her face.“A thousand pounds Tish. Can you believe it!”“And you didn’t give him your number?”“No I don’t date customers you know this,” I said, rolling my eyes.“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?”“No no exceptions.”“You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle.“Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.”“No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.”“Russia.”“Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”“In the five years I’ve worked here I’ve never given a customer my number”. Latisha wasn’t helping here, she was making me regret my
As I laid in bed my mind was with Dimitri. Latisha was right; there was no harm in giving him my number. I had failed after failed relationships in my twenties so maybe a change of track would be good. I could definitely let him fuck me silly. I tried to drift off to sleep ignoring the sound of London going to work, I was in tonight but Latisha wasn’t. It would be pretty boring so I had my fingers crossed Dimitri would show his face.***It was close to midnight and I hadn’t seen Dimitri yet. It was a Sunday so not our busiest day but I had managed over £600 in tips. The barman Stephen waved over to me and I came over.“Hey.”“Hey babes, this is for table six. Asked for you specifically,” he winked at me. “He’s sexy as fuck as well.” Stephen had worked bar here for as long as I’ve been here. He was a hoot and always made a shift better. Dirty blonde hair always got in his face and he looked way younger than his 34.“Come and get me when you’re on break. I need a fag,” he said handing
I hadn’t been on a date, date in months maybe even a year. After consulting with Latisha on the phone, who was very happy I was going to dinner with ‘A Russian god’ I decided on a fitting red strapless dress, plenty of cleavage and it was tight around my whole body. I looked in the mirror and nodded. Not bad Harper. I put my hair in a high bun and made sure to have my cat eyes done. I grabbed my keys and got a cab to the restaurant. I was right on time and as I got out the cab I saw Dimitri standing by the door. He looked scrumptious, a white shirt and navy trousers with brown shoes. God I wasn’t going to last long. Both of his sleeves were half up and I saw his artwork along both arms. He saw me as I walked over and a grin came across his face.“Fuck you look amazing,” he kissed my cheek and opened the restaurant door for me. We were seated straight away and both looking at our menus.“Harper you look good enough to eat,” he whispered as he took my hand and put it to his mouth.“You
I was getting excited, I hadn’t had sex in ages and I knew this was going to be good. Brilliant in fact. As we got out of the taxi I looked up at the most beautiful town house. It was painted white with vines going up the left hand side. I looked over at the garage to a Bentley in the drive. Yeah he definitely didn’t work in admin. Unlocking the door he dragged me inside and started walking up the stairs, my hand still in his.“I don’t get a house tour?” I giggled.“Not yet,” his voice was stern and I could tell he had a massive hard on. Opening the bedroom door, he basically threw me inside, slammed the door and pushed me up against it.“You want this?” His eyes scanning my whole body. I just nodded, my breathing was already erratic and I wasn’t going to be able to talk. His hands grabbed my hips as his mouth hit mine. I let his tongue in straight away and wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue explored my whole mouth and I could barely breathe. Hands going up my thighs and unde
I opened my eyes and turned to the side of the bed. Dimitri wasn’t there and I heard silence. Shit where was he? I sat up still in the robe and opened the bedroom door. There were stairs directly in front of me and I took them looking around and listening to silence. I reached the bottom and jumped out of my skin.“Harper.” I turned to him standing in the kitchen, cup in hand reading the paper.“You scared me.”“Sorry.” I walked over to him and he turned the kettle on. He was already dressed and I could eat him alive. Wearing a navy suit without a tie made his jaw line look ridiculous, could cut meat on that thing.“How do you like your coffee?”“White two sugars please. Do we have time?” He nodded, stirring my drink.“Of course, I’ll get to work when I get to work.” He placed a cup in front of me and I leaned over to look at the paper.“You aren’t going to be able to read that.” I was about to get very offended and then saw it wasn’t in English.“Oh. Can you teach me Russian?” He smi