Chapter 27

Sitting on his plane, she kept looking out the window. She couldn’t believe they were on their way to Scotland.

What made it even better was that she would have him all to herself, away from all the danger that was their life.

“I can’t believe that we’re going to Scotland. This is going to be so amazing, and I can’t wait to get there,” she said, turning to look at him.

“I know you are going to love it. The first time I went there, I fell in love with the place, the land, and the people.”

“Will we be staying in a hotel?”

“No, I’ve rented us a small cottage in the country. It’s going to be a long flight. Why don’t you lie down for a while in the bedroom?”

“Are Dennis and Craig going to be staying with us?” she asked, looking over at them.

“No, it will be just you and me. They are just coming with us to ensure we get there all right, and then they will fly back home. No one knows we are going there except my pilot and my two men. We’ll be perfectly safe there.”

After asking him a bunch of questions about Scotland and what they would be doing, she started getting a little tired, so she decided to go lie down after all.

Grabbing a magazine, she went into the bedroom, lay down, and leafed through the book.

Soon, she had fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, Dmitry sat with his men, telling them to keep an eye on everything back home, and if anything were to happen, they were to call him, but only if it was an emergency.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been sleeping when she felt someone giving her a gentle shake.

“It’s time to wake up. We will be landing soon.”

She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Dmitry looking down at her.

“I can’t believe I slept so long,” she said, wiping her eyes as she sat up.

He helped her up, and they went and took their seats.

She stared wide-eyed as they flew over Scotland. She could hardly contain her excitement when they finally landed.

Dennis and Craig carried their luggage over to the car that Dmitry had rented ahead of time.

“Have a good time,” they both said as they returned to the plane.

“Dmitry, what are you doing? You’re on the wrong side of the road.”

He let out a chuckle.

“Over here, they drive on the opposite side of what we do. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the view—we’ll be at our cottage in about twenty minutes.”

Sitting back in her seat, she looked out the window and marveled at the fantastic scenery.

“Oh my God, this is so beautiful. Look at the sheep in that field over there.”

On the road, she saw a couple of men walking, and they were wearing kilts and even carrying bagpipes, so she figured they were going to a parade or maybe to practice with others.

She turned to look at Dmitry and smiled wickedly.

“Do you think it’s true that they wear nothing under those kilts?”

He glanced back at her.

“I heard that a true Scotsman does not wear anything underneath. But you must take my word because I won’t let you find out for yourself.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Always the jealous and possessive man.”

He smiled back, knowing she was right.

“There is where we will be staying,” he said, pointing ahead.

When he stopped the car, she got out and looked around.

Her eyes went to the little cottage before them.

“This is so cute and cozy-looking. I can’t wait to see the inside,” she said.

Grabbing some of the bags from the trunk of the car, he stood beside her.

“Well then, let’s go inside, and you can look around.”

As soon as they entered, she could feel the dampness, but looking around the small cottage and seeing how cute it was decorated, she instantly fell in love with the place.

“I love it,” she said as she started walking around and going from room to room, with him following her.

“How did you ever find this place?”

“The last time I came to Scotland, I drove by this place and thought it looked cute. So when I decided to bring you here, I got ahold of the owner and asked if I could rent it. It turned out it was a rental, and luckily, it was available for us. I will let you check out the rest of the place while I put some wood in the fireplace. It’s always a little cool and damp here this time of year, and I don’t want you or our little one to catch a cold,” he said, gently running his hand over her belly.

While he was busy doing that, she entered the kitchen and opened the cupboards and the fridge.

Seeing it was fully stocked, she called him.

“Are you sure someone else hasn’t rented this place already?”

“Why do you ask that?” he shouted back so she could hear him.

“Because there are all kinds of food here.”

After lighting the fire, he walked into the kitchen.

“I called ahead and had the landlord get someone to stock up for us.”

Going over to him, she put her arms around his neck.

“Thank you for bringing me here. I feel so at rest and know we will have so much fun. Let’s walk or maybe drive into town and look around.”

“Baby, we just got here and have two weeks to do everything you want. Let’s just get settled in, have a bite to eat, and go to bed early.”

“It’s not that late. Could we go for a little walk, please?” she said, giving him the puppy’s eyes.

“Okay, but it has to be very short since I’ve already lit the fireplace, and it wouldn’t be safe to leave it burning if we’re not here.”

“Okay, we’ll just go outside and walk around the building,” she said with the excitement of a child.

He was okay with that; if they were going for a long walk, he would have had to put out the fire before leaving.

As it was, he didn’t even want to walk around the cottage, but when she gave him those puppy eyes, he couldn’t refuse her.

When he woke up the following day, he didn’t find her in bed with him, but he could smell the aroma of bacon cooking.

Tossing the covers off him, he pulled on a pair of pants and went to the kitchen.

He watched as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music while she was frying some eggs.

He got turned on watching her ass move so provocatively.

How could he not? She had one of the most beautiful asses he had ever seen on any human being.

“Keep wiggling your ass like that, and I’m going to have to bend you over and have my way with you.”

She looked over her shoulder and giggled.

“That could prove to be difficult in my condition, but keep that in mind for when after the baby is born.”

“Damn, woman, you are turning out to be one sexy and sassy broad,” he said as he sat down.

After they enjoyed breakfast, and she even got him to help with the dishes, they drove into town to see some sights. She wanted to see the double-decker buses that she had always read about.

When they spotted one, she talked him into going on it and taking a tour around the town. Later, they went through some small shops, stopped at a bakery, and picked up some homemade cream puffs.

They later stopped at a small restaurant to get something to eat.

She was absolutely in love with their Scottish accent. It sounded so relaxed when the manager called her a Bonnie wee lass.

Everyone was so friendly, welcoming them both to their small town. On the way back to their cottage, she ate one of the cream puffs, and he had to laugh when he saw some of the cream all over her face.

He had a funny feeling that out of the six pieces of pastry, he would be lucky if he got one of them.

Over the week, he took her sightseeing; they went through a couple of the castles. They went to the park and watched the bagpipes play.

She found a beautiful pale pink lipstick and matching nail polish at one of the small shops and had him buy it for her. She was enjoying their time alone; he was like a different man here—relaxed and carefree.

Even the little lines that creased his forehead were fading.

He was still as horny as ever and made love to her every day, but he was so gentle, making sure not to hurt her or the baby. At night, he would place his hand over her stomach and smile when he felt the baby moving.

“Our son is powerful,” he said when he felt a big kick.

“I think you mean our daughter.”

“We shall see,” he replied with a knowing smile.

One night, they were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Well, he was watching the movie while she painted her fingernails with her new polish.

She wanted to paint her toenails but couldn’t reach them, so she looked over at him. “Would you do something for me?”

He looked at the nail polish in her hand and down at her bare toes. “For the love of God, please tell me you don’t want me to paint your toenails?”

“I’d do it myself, but I can’t reach them.”

He shook his head. “No, I will not do that, so you can just stop with the puppy eyes.”

“But I need to have them done so that they can match my fingernails; the color is so pretty. Please, pretty please,” she said as she started kissing the side of his neck.

“Keep kissing me like that, and I will do more than that for you.”

“Fine, don’t help me out. I’ll walk around with ugly toenails,” she said, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

He growled like a beast and rolled his eyes as he picked up the nail polish. “I don’t fucking believe that I’m doing this.”

He looked up at her as he started painting her toenails. “You better not tell anyone about this.”

“Why not? I think it’s so sweet of you. Maybe I should take a picture.”

“Do, and I’ll smash your phone,” he said, winking at her. “But I mean it; this is to be kept between us only.”

“Okay, grumpy,” she said, laughing a little. When he was done, she slightly lifted her feet to look at them. “Not bad for the first time.”

“It’ll be the last time,” he said grumpily.

She loved every single day they were there. He showed her as much as they could cram into the two weeks.

He took her dancing, to the pub, to the different shows, and they drove around, taking in the sights. But for the last two days of their vacation, she was starting to feel really tired, so they decided just to stay in the cottage and relax.

He drove into town alone to buy her some strawberries while she lay down and slept. When he got back, he placed them in the fridge and went to check on her.

She was still asleep, so he sat on the bed and stared at her. He was hoping that she hadn’t overdone it the last two weeks.

He would make a doctor’s appointment for her when they returned home, even though it wasn’t due yet. Not wanting to wake her, he slipped quietly out of the room.

He went outside on the porch with a beer bottle in his hand. He loved it here and thought maybe someday—when he got older—he would retire here.

The day they were leaving, she stood on the small porch with her arms crossed and a single tear falling down her face. She felt his arms go around her waist and his hands rest on her belly.

“Dmitry, I’ve had the best time of my life here, and I really hate to leave.”

“I know, baby, I feel the same way, but we must return now.”

With their bags in the trunk and seated in the vehicle, she looked out the window as they drove away. She had fallen in love with this country and the tiny little cottage.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever be this happy again.

He sensed her sadness. “I do have another surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you; you must wait until we get home. It’s a good one, and I know you’ll like it. Just be patient a little longer.”

When they boarded the plane, she went to lay down in the bedroom, knowing that he wanted to talk privately with Dennis and Craig.

“How was your vacation, boss?” they both asked at the same time.

“It was fantastic; Danica just loved it there. I can tell from the look on your faces that you have some bad news for me, so out with it.”

They both swallowed hard, but Dennis was the one who broke the news to him.

“It’s about Bepa.”

He turned to look at them before sitting down. “You better tell me she’s dead, that her pimp finally got rid of her once and for all.”

He had been keeping tabs on the woman and learned that her pimp found her—pimping her out. But apparently, there wasn’t much call for an overaged prostitute, so he was told that she was going to be executed.