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"--- Professor??"Inez asked as he seemed to be distracted. Quite distracted. It made her look down at the skirt she wore, and on instinct she tugged at it, even though there was no material for her to tug at anymore. "Professor, is everything alright? I don't think you heard me."

"I'm sorry," he replied to her, he really wasn't paying attention like he ought to have been, he and Novalee had been going through a bit of a dry spell, they'd been spending a little too much time together, and they were both paying for it, her grades were slipping all across the board and he was behind on grading, and students were getting irate at him for it. The dry spell was them trying to focus on their respective school work, but now he was looking at Nova's friend like a piece of meat, cause this was usually the time of day when they had some alone time for at least some snuggles and companionship...

And he had to play it safe, he didn't know how much Novalee had told Inez about them, he wasn't going to let his tongue slip about it. Although Inez's thighs looked like someplace worth slipping his tongue between-- "You're right, I was distracted, what were you asking?" His new unit was his favorite, Native American translations and mythology, he knew it inside and out, his whole main PHD was with language translations both ancient and foreign.

" i can't believe you talked me into wearing this god-awful thing to your uncle's wedding. if i could breathe i surely would be suffocating right about now. " he grumbled a little disgruntled from the three-day carriage ride to visit her uncle's castle to which he was king of the city and now being married to a young bride this being his fourth wedding having heard it from the servants and town folk roaming around the dining hall. dracula was still on edge not knowing if her uncle had plans to try to end the one who had claimed uma yet she had assured him that her uncle was thankful dracula had taken care of her and protected her from the degenerate villagers who were not so innocent. dracula was doing this for her having been persuaded to travel with her and show her sights beyond the village she had been in. he truly had a deep attraction and an unbridled overwhelming love for his future bride. " you are absolutely certain your uncle won't try to harm me. i worry if he tries i'll be forced to flee stealing you away from this event. maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing for us to have a private moment. " avoiding the evening to end or to sink into bloodshed for the only blood he wished to taste was beneath his lover's flesh - - behind closed doors of course. dracula would stand beside her with his arms folded and eyebrows pinched together noticing some guests would often glance and stare at him with fear and judgemental eyes.

Viktoriya could never truly forget the time she had spent with Usher at the concert. It was such a fun night for her, eating and talking with him. Time seemed to fly by that night as they hung out together. She hadn't wanted the night to end but when it had come to an end, they exchanged numbers and kept in constant communication. From calls to texts whenever she had time. Her job as a nurse kept her busy but when she was on break or had some time off, they talked. A lot. The Russian didn't remember the last time she had left so at ease with someone. Now, finally having some significant time off work, they made plans to see each other again. Vik was going to visit him at his farm and she was excited about it and didn't mind the drive at all. Especially since she was looking forward to seeing him again.

It wasn't long before she reached her destination and bit her lip in anticipation as Usher's farm came into view. Nerves licked at her stomach before they riddled throughout her entire body. She had sent him a text earlier saying she was on her way. She admired the views once she was out of her car. After swallowing softly, she made her way up his porch and knocked and waited. Once he came, Viktoriya couldn't help the smile that graced her face.

"Hi, Usher. Been a while. You look good and your farm looks amazing," she told him all in one breath, a soft blush on her cheeks. "I brought something for you," she told him. She could never visit someone's place without bringing something. "I made it myself, so I hope you enjoy it," she added shyly. When was the last time she felt shy? "It's Russian, one of my favorite dishes actually," she clarified.

Kyle had volunteered to go back for her, but quickly learned that there was no way to return as the machine had been damaged. He hadn't cared though and knew he had to go to her, so solemnly John had let him go, giving him a newspaper article that gave clues to her whereabouts. He didn't even question how John had gotten it to focused on getting back to her.

This world he found himself in, after being transported back, was nothing like he'd ever imagined. It was all so loud and full of life - it almost didn't feel real. However, Kyle didn't give himself much time to think about it, instead making his way to the house he'd found Nat having been staying at through the article after he located it in a phone book. He was walking the grounds of the home, moving around back to try and see inside to try and locate her when a familiar click at his back caused Kyle to freeze. Hands flying up, Kyle felt his eyes go wide as he glanced to see Natalia standing there pointing a gun at him.

"Nat!" he gave a heavy sigh of relief, wanting to reach out to her but noticing the way she still held the gun at him. Brows furrowed, he looked at her in confusion as he took a cautious step towards her. "Hey, it's me. It's okay, it's just me. You can put the gun down..." he spoke in a calm and smooth tone, seeing how on edge she appeared.

There was always a slight nervousness in Polly before she steps into that stage to dance in such an erotic way and even move towards the tables. It was one of those nights where she'd end up coming to the same old conclusion: she was getting tired if the business, but there wasn't an exit to it in the foreseeable future. Her salary was good enough to cover her expenses, her rent in a luxurious condo and her activities when she's not working. But did she want to become known as the Queen of the Cherry Club? She was, for the customers. For the dancers. For the workers. But for the city? Not so much.

"Polly, come on. They're waiting." One of the dancers reminded her of the show that was about to begin. Her stage name and what she was known as was Precious. A sigh left her lips as she clipped her bra and walked towards the curtains that'd reveal the stage for her, heels clicking against the floor. As soon as she stepped in, the crowd cheered with whistles and applause. As the slow, sensual music started, Polly approached the pole and began to sway her hips while moving her hands up to her hair. She slithered against the pole, sliding up and down and bending backwards to witness the reactions from the public.

It was time for the greeting - which meant, dancing by the tables. Polly moved away from the pole and stayed towards the tables, spotting the regular clients in the tables set on the left side of the stage. She continued, moving towards the center - spotting a new face in one of them. A man, well dressed, relaxed by the seat. Her arm stretched, fingers beckoning a 'come here' invitation as a smirk traced across her rosy lips. It was all for the show. Eventually, she moved towards the tables that were placed on the right and as she turned around to continue her dance, she felt a hand grasping her left arm with a strength she hasn't felt before.

She's quickly turned around to meet the face of the male that had grabbed her. "I want you for myself tonight, Precious." Was what could be heard between the music and the cheering. Polly attempted to pull away, but the fingers gripping her bicep were strong. So strong it was causing her pain. The smirk had faded. Her heartbeats increased.

When Ilya had first heard about the project, he’d been suspicious. A shopping mall that was being built and his father had no hand in it? This seemed odd to him, something didn’t seem right. His father didn’t seem to notice anything suspicious at first, and Ilya didn’t want to bring any attention to it until he did some investigating of his own. Of course, matters took a little time before he heard that an architect for the project had arrived and that they were beginning the actual project, and once that happened, Ilya decided it was finally time to figure out just how much of a thread this would be.

Arriving at the sight, there was a commotion of people moving around in a flurry of a beginning project. Not interfering with the actual workers, Ilya soon found a woman who didn’t seem to be involved in the actual physical labor. He strolled over to the woman, his face it’s usual stoic mask as he did. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before. My name’s Ilya,” he spoke in Russian, unsure of whether or not this woman had any knowledge of their language, as he stopped just next to her, giving her time to respond before turning his attention to the work that was being done nearby. “I think that you’ve been working with Pavel on this project? I’ve known Pavel for many years, he told me to stop by so that I could give him some opinions as my family has had a lot of experience having various places built.”

That much was true, there had been many generations of Andropovich leaders who had a hand in building things both domestic and commercial. They were very familiar with the ins and outs of what was required. At least this way, it would seem harmless. Of course, this time, Ilya knew that Pavel wouldn’t be here, they would be seeing him soon when he would be at the family meeting in a few hours. As Ilya took in the commotion around him, he tried not to allow annoyance to build up inside him. His father, for all of his lessons in always being cautious in who you trust, was a terrible judge of character. He was getting old, letting things slip. Ilya could trust his men and women with his own life, but his father? He didn’t feel the need to have the same criteria for his men that Ilya did when he looked for people to fall into his crew. This was how they had ended up in this position now. Here was a man who believed he had the capability to begin a revolution and take down their family. Well, he wasn’t aware of Ilya’s connections, the fact that Ilya’s people were intelligent as well, the fact that they could tell there was something wrong almost immediately. 

It was cold, not that it made such a difference for Jacqueline. The wind billowed through her unchanged raven hair as she sat, solitary in the park late at night. She was at a dark point of her life, or whatever definition she could give for what she was existing through. It was a notorious place for crime and she sat there just waiting for trouble in order to at least feel something after so long. Her head turned when she heard the sound of someone approaching, masochistically hoping it would be someone who wanted to hurt her. Her face fell, however, when her eyes met a familiar face.

“Why do you always come to me at the worst of times?”

“I mean you are pretty irrational and never-ending so that fits quite nicely, my darling doesn’t it?”

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