~ Can't Buy My Love ~
by Katia N. Ruiz
passionatetyger@aol.com
Copyright 2004
Disclaimers: see part one.
Chapter Three
"I can not get in touch with her." Oskar said, pushing thick fingers through thinning white hair. His bushy white eyebrows were furrowed into a scowl and his square jaw clenched angrily.
"Maybe she is still sleeping." Nadya reasoned.
"I do not care! I want her to see her now." He ground out, moving to the big oak desk again and dialing again.
"Oskar, let's wait until later, when she will be up." Nadya said gently, wanting to soothe him. She stood up slowly and went to his side, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I know that you are angry with her…" She stopped and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and thinking briefly before continuing. "I do not want you to alienate her, darling. Reconsider this, dear. This could backfire. She is your only heir."
Oskar slipped the phone onto its cradle, sighing deeply. "I have a nephew. Gustav, remember him?" He said, knowing that would silence his wife.
Nadya considered the implications of Oskar's statement. Gustav Jorgensen was a compulsive gambler and had lost many a dollar, mostly money that his uncle had sent him. Nadya knew that Oksana despised her uncle, who was no more than three years older than she. He'd come to stay at Ivanov Estate as a child and they'd never gotten along. Oksana would die before she saw him get one penny of what her grandfather worked so hard for. Nadya also knew that while her granddaughter lacked the motivation to actually work, she would not let the company go to hell either. "Oksana would not go for that." She finally said, conceding to his point.
"I know." Oskar said smugly, gently wrapping his arms around his wife. His smile faded into a beseeching look. "Please, Nadya, just stand behind me on this one." He begged, letting all the worry he felt for Oksana's safety show through. "All I want is to keep a tight lid on her. I worry that she will get some incurable disease. And what if one of those spouses shoots her? What then? I will not lose her too!" Tears filled his eyes, but he kept them from spilling.
Nadya nodded, the thought of also losing their granddaughter choking off any words. "Do what you must, Oskar." She finally managed.
"Thank you, my Nadya." Oskar said, smiling gratefully at her and tenderly kissing her lips. "And who knows, maybe she will marry someone she at least likes, someone she could maybe fall in love with. We can hope."
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Oksana jolted awake at the feel of a soft foot kicking at the back of her leg. "What?" She said groggily.
"Your phone's been ringing for the past hour. It's driving me crazy." Jane said hoarsely, shoving her head back under the pillow to block out the sun and dozing back off quickly.
Oksana's sleepy brain picked up the low tune of her cellular as it lay vibrating on the bedside table. She reached for it, and brought it close to her face. She struggled to see the number, and when she finally managed to focus, she groaned. "Yes, papa?" She said upon picking up.
"I want to see you in one hour, and you better be presentable." Oscar grunted before hanging up on her.
"Uh oh." Oksana sat up, biting her lower lip. She looked at the cellular clock, and groaned at the time. Eight thirty in the morning was not a rare time for her grandfather to call her. She glanced over at Jane and did a double take as the globes of her ass glowed in the ray of sunshine from the wall high window. A smirk grew on her face as she spied Jane's personal strap-on at the foot of the bed. She reached for it and hastily slipped it on.
A quickie never hurt anyone. She thought with a leer. She knelt carefully astride Jane's perfect ass and slipped her fingers between her thighs, probing for wetness. Jane's responding moan and the wetness that greeted her fingers didn't disappoint. She wasted no time before slipping the dildo into the welcoming wetness, instantly feeling a small orgasm shake her.
"Oksana!" Jane gasped in pleased surprise, her dark head flying out from under the pillow. She turned her head to gaze sideways at Oksana.
Oksana groaned deep in her throat, moving her hands to Jane's narrow shoulders and pushing her down firmly onto the bed. She began thrusting motions against Jane's firm ass. Jane's cries of pleasure, and the sight of her hands desperately grasping the bed sheet sent a rush heat through Oksana, and she began to thrust harder into her.
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"How can you do that?" Jane asked in a low voice, sighing in satisfaction as she watched Oksana dry her wet blonde hair.
"Do what?" Oksana asked as she quickly donned her clothes. She now had only twenty minutes to get to grandfather's. The clothes she'd worn to Jane's the night before would have to do.
"Come so many times…" Jane said, rising from the bed to slip her panties and shirt on.
Oksana shrugged, buckling her belt. "I don't know, it's just something that always happens. I can't help it. Does it bother you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, Oksana. You know it doesn't bother me one bit." Jane said, and both women chuckled. "Now get out of here, before your grandfather gets even more pissed off at you."
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Kat yawned for the umpteenth time. She was on the last five minutes of her trip and felt too tired to feel any dread of facing her mother and her boyfriend questions. She'd left the city for good the night before after a long week of packing and dealing with Annie, who had decided that she wanted to work things out. Kat knew that the fact that she wouldn't let Annie within one foot's distance was driving her ex crazy.
Annie's ego was monumental, and Kat suspected that Annie wanted to get her back just so that she could be the one to say that they were over. But Kat was not stupid, and they'd gotten into many an argument over the issue. Kat had finally left late Sunday night, so that Annie wouldn't be likely to show up when she left.
During her ride home, Kat had gloated to herself on how she'd exacted her revenge on her ex best friend. At first, she'd been willing to forgive Dena, unwilling to let a woman get in between their friendship. Dena had been very unapologetic and smug. When Kat let her know that she still wanted to be friends, Dena had thrown it back in her face.
A furious Kat had headed back to her house and rummaged through her safe for evidence of Dena's continuous misdeeds. She then sent the numerous nude pictures to many an unsuspecting girlfriend or wife. Dena would get her comeuppance, and Kat looked forward to it.
She smirked. I can be devious too. She thought as she drove down the lane to Ivanov Estate's large gate. Wow, it hasn't changed. She thought as she gazed at the beautiful house nestled between trees at the end of the driveway.
It was hard to believe she'd grown up here. Her eyes took in the beautiful green lawn surrounding the Victorian Style mansion. The wide driveway cut through the lawn in graceful curves, surrounding the house and four-car garage to allow deliveries to be taken through the back. The bright white house reflected the love that both senior Ivanovs shared. Its trimmings were a blue very similar to Nadya Ivanov's eyes, and the garage's doors were painted the same color. It wasn't a house that reflected the ownership of billionaires, and Kat respected the Ivanovs more for it.
She jumped when the wrought iron gates began to open, wondering if her mother had caught sight of her through the monitor. Kat turned towards her car and stopped as a two thousand twenty Jaguar, an expensive, fully electrified model pulled up beside her two thousand five Toyota Camry. The tinted driver's side window opened slowly, and a blonde head peeked out.
Kat immediately recognized Oksana Ivanov, even behind the sunglasses. It was easy; Oksana hadn't changed much. Her hair was still a softly curled light blonde, though she now wore it much shorter. The leer on her face was a new addition, and Kat did not like it one bit.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Oksana said slowly. She was almost leaning halfway out of the car, straight teeth peeking out between pink lips as she grinned sexily.
Kat frowned. She couldn't see behind the glasses, but she could feel herself getting sized up hungrily. I wish I wasn't wearing shorts. She thought angrily. Obviously, Oksana had not recognized her, because if she did, she'd be frowning, not grinning.
"Do you need anything?" Oksana asked, licking her lower lip, as she looked the other woman up and down. She definitely liked what she saw. The woman's legs were long and shapely, and her thighs and calves reflected frequent exercise. Oksana could imagine that her stomach, which was unfortunately covered by a baggy t-shirt, was flat and smooth. She could also imagine that her small waist tapered off smoothly into sexy hips and a hot ass.
Oh yeah, she thought when her eyes came to rest on full breasts. Can't leave those out. She could tell the woman was wearing no bra, and she thanked God for her luck. Now, if Oksana could only get her name and her number, her day would be made. When Oksana's eyes finally made it to the pretty face, she hesitated; she wondered why the face looked so familiar. She quickly dismissed it as she realized the woman was very pissed off. Damn, she's hot! She thought with a bigger smirk.
Kat watched Oksana's eyebrows draw together slightly, and wondered if Oksana would recognize her. She rolled her eyes when Oksana's smirk returned. "Are you going in?" She asked in an uninviting tone.
"Not before I get your number, baby." Oksana retorted, biting her lower lip in a way she knew drove the ladies crazy. No one was immune to her charms.
Kat wasn't impervious to Oksana's looks, but her self-respect was. "Not in this lifetime, babe." She snarled, stalking to her car and getting in. She revved the engine and screeched up the drive to the back of the house.
Oksana sat watching after her for a full minute, a frown on her face. "Who the fuck does she think she is?" She grunted, revving her engine and screeching up the drive too. It doesn't have the same effect, she thought as the electrical engine only made a low buzzing sound. She stopped in front of the house and jogged up the steps. I'll deal with her later.
CONTINUED…
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