~ Can't Buy My Love ~
by Katia N. Ruiz
passionatetyger@aol.com
Copyright 2004
Disclaimers: see part one.
Chapter Two
"Oskar, don't you think you are being drastic?" Nadya Ivanov asked softly, looking up at her husband over her reading glasses. She lifted the papers in her small hands and waved them.
"No. She is going to get herself killed if we don't do something to stop her. How many more people can she make angry before one of them loses it and shoots her?"
"We can send her somewhere else…" Nadya began.
"She would do the same there, and without our protection…" Oskar countered. "The best way to get her is below the belt, so to speak. There is one thing she loves more than women, and that is money, and she makes no secret that she cannot wait until she is twenty-six. Well, I will not make it so easy."
"But to take away her birthright, Oskar," Nadya said "To change the will, it is not right."
"I am not taking away her birthright, darling. I am only giving her an incentive to settle down, to grow up." Oskar defended his decision. "She has the potential to be good, Nadya, you know it. We almost encouraged her liaisons when she first started because we found it so endearing, and it is partly our fault that she has reached this point. We did not want to alienate her, because we felt bad about her parents being gone, and we did the job wrong. She is very intelligent. When I have gotten her to sit down and talk about the company with me, she has had some great ideas. It is as if she sees this, and she runs away from it. She only needs the motivation, Nadya."
"Forcing her to marry is not incentive." Nadya argued.
"She will do it." Oskar asserted.
"She will make someone unhappy because of this." Nadya lamented.
Oskar sat back on his chair, and smiled adoringly at his wife. They'd been married for fifty-five years, and the woman always stood toe to toe with him. It was what made him fall in love with her in the first place. Oskar, then a young entrepreneur on the rise, had been just twenty-two when he met Nadya, then a beautiful young woman helping her father raise five siblings in a nearly bankrupt farm.
In a time when women were encouraged to be accommodating to men, Oskar had been impressed by her strong will. When he had shown up looking to buy their land, it was Nadya who had chased him away, broom in hand. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind, though, and never gave up until she began to love him back. "Just let me do this, Nadya. She needs the lesson." He implored.
Nadya shook her head, but gave in, leaning forward and signing her name to the edited will. She wasn't sure who needed the lesson more, her husband or her granddaughter. Perhaps they both do. She thought.
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"Mr. Oskar," Yuliya said after setting his tea down on the desk next to him.
"Yes, Yuliya?" Oskar replied, looking up from his file, bushy eyebrows lifted.
"Ekaterina is coming back home!" Yuliya could not contain the happiness; she was practically gushing.
"For good?" Oskar could only hope; Ekaterina had been prolific at Chess as a child, and he'd always been happy to play with her. She'd beat the pants off of him more often than not, and never gloated; she had always been a mature child. But he was happy mostly because he cared about the girl as if she were another grandchild, and he always worried about her well being. "Has she found herself a nice young man yet?"
Yuliya shook her head. "I am thinking it is better that way. Here, she will find someone we know about, not some stranger in the city."
"And you are right about that." Oskar agreed, feeling the same way. "When will she get here?"
"A week from now!" She grinned when the older man's eyebrows shot up in pleased surprise.
"Well, that is great, Yuliya. Make sure to have her come see me as soon as she gets here. Nadya will be so happy to see her." He said with a smile.
"I probably won't have to say a thing to her, Mr. Oskar." His chuckles followed her out of the study.
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Oksana laid back, hands behind her head, as her partner for the night straddled her waist.
With a leer firmly on her lips, the woman took in the magnificent body lying beneath her. The upper arms rippled slightly as Oksana readjusted her hands behind her head; they tapered off into equally toned shoulders, and her forearms were perfectly shaped. Oksana's breasts, though small, were round; rosy nipples decorated them perfectly. Her abdomen muscles, while they didn't stick out, were obviously there. Years of track training in high school and university had sculpted the thighs on which Oksana's lover for the moment sat. But by looking at the gorgeous face, Marina McDougal could see that Oksana's mind was simply somewhere else.
Marina scowled; she hated not being the center of anyone's attention. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded, snapping Oksana out of her distraction. Marina said: "You don't seem like the type to get distracted during sex. What's going on?"
Oksana shrugged, and then sighed. "Papa is pissed at me." She finally said.
"He's always pissed at you." Marina pointed out. She'd heard plenty of stories.
"Not like this. Yesterday, I went to see him at the study, and he told me he does not want to see me until he tells me so." She frowned worriedly. "I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. His lawyer came over the other day, and Mama is not talking."
"Sounds like you'll have to use that degree of yours pretty soon." Marina said, shrugging. She really didn't care one way or another; she'd been waiting for years to get Oksana in her bed and nothing was going to stop her now. She shifted forward and rubbed her wetness against Oksana's abdomen muscles. "Are we going to do this, or what?" She asked sensuously, seeing that her action was getting the younger woman's attention.
Groaning softly, Oksana flipped them over, all thoughts of her grandfather and his lawyer flying from her head as she rubbed her wetness against Marina's.
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"Ah, home." Oksana sighed as she kicked her front door closed. She pulled off her shirt and went directly to her bathroom, ready for a shower. For the first time since she'd begun sleeping around, she felt very dirty. Marina's husband had shown up just as they'd finished. Surprisingly, he hadn't been pissed off; he'd been turned on instead, and willing to overlook their encounter if only they'd let him join in. Oksana would have preferred to be chased out and worse. She hightailed it out of there as if he had.
Once done in the shower, she made her way into the kitchen, turning lights on as she went. She prepared a simple cheese sandwich dinner and pulled out a beer from the fridge. As she ate, Oksana thought of what Marina had said about using her university degree soon. She pursed her lips at the thought. If things were going to get as bad as Oksana suspected they would, Marina was right.
It wasn't that Oksana thought she couldn't do it. She'd graduated with a three point nine grade point average, she'd earned every point, and she'd graduated in the top ten percent of her class. The motivation wasn't there, though, or the concentration. Why should I work? Pretty soon I'll be richer than the president. She reasoned to herself. Papa shouldn't work either.
She snapped back from her thoughts when her cellular piped up with the "I'm too sexy" tune. She looked at the display. As she read the number of one of her more single "friends," a smirk grew on her face.
"Hey, Lady Jane." She greeted with a sexy burr.
"Hi, sexy." Jane said, chuckling. "Need a date this weekend?"
Oksana chuckled. Jane never hesitated to ask when she wanted sex. "Even if I had one, I'd break it off just for you, babe." Oksana flirted, knowing the truth of her words. At least with Jane, she didn't have to worry about an angry husband or girlfriend.
"I bet you say that to all the girls!" Jane giggled.
Oksana laughed. "So when?" She inquired, eager to get her weekend of fun started.
"How does nine o'clock tonight sound? We can stay up all weekend." Jane suggested.
Oksana laughed, liking that. "It's a deal." She said. She looked at her watch; she only had one hour to get ready. "I'll see you in an hour." She didn't wait for Jane's reply. As she headed for the bedroom, a grin formed on her face. Woo-hoo, fun all weekend! All thought of her grandfather took a back seat to her anticipation of what was to come.
CONTINUED…
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