For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past.
His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many experiences make up a rich and interesting tapestry....here is Misha's story.
To read about Misha and Froo please read the companion story Taking the Risk Chapter's 1-21 under Novels and Novella's.
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Laughing they watched Letterman, her body draped over his on the couch. She lent against his back, her arms over his shoulders, her face looking over his right shoulder her body pressed against his back. He could feel her vibrate against him as she laughed out loud at the story that the actor being interviewed had told.
"Man, that guy just breaks me up. Just love his crazy English accent."
Misha grabbed the last piece of cold pizza out the box and bit into it. Over the past week everything had been going along smoothly. No repeat of that night when he had come home to find Suzanne drunk on his door step. She had been fun to be with and they had spent every night together, either at his place enjoying themselves or out with John, Robin, and Joanie.
It was if the beautiful woman draped over him was two different people, the sweet woman that was great fun to be with, or the loud, flamboyant and exhibitionistic party-girl that needed attention from men. Misha had gone each night to watch her rehearsals after work and then they would either go out or go home, enjoying each others company. At night they made love, their bodies craving each other, the sex hot and wild, Suzanne always enthusiastic and inventive leaving Misha wrung out and laying there, his body sated, and in wonder at this bundle of womanhood he had found.
"My mom is English like him," he nodded at the TV screen, "she came over here to the States when she met my dad."
"Does she talk like that actor, real funny?"
"No, she has a kind of mid Atlantic accent. I have family over in England that as kids we went over and visited during summer vacation. My Grandma and cousins, down in a place called Guildford, they talk more like him. How about your family? They all have a slight southern accent like you?"
"I only have my mom. She was a single mother, my dad ran off while she was pregnant with me. The bastard hasn't been seen since."
"No other family?
"They disowned my mom when she fell pregnant. Having a child without the ring around your finger was not the done thing in South Carolina where my mom came from. She left and settled in Augusta and had me. Never saw her family from that day to this."
Turning his head to hers over his shoulder he said, "I'm sorry."
"No need to be sugar, what you've never had, you don't miss."
But he knew she was lying, her could hear the wistfulness in her voice. The hurt and the rejection. He was beginning to understand her, what upset her. Turning completely around and grabbing her he pulled her down on the couch, moving his body over hers, and in a mock English Accent said, "Well what have I managed to catch here. A real honest to goodness Southern Belle, perhaps I had better capture her and claim her for England." Biting her neck, he heard her throaty laugh and in an even more pronounced mock Southern accent she drawled, "Well bless my little cotton socks, I do declare that this poor little Southern Belle has found herself in a difficult situation. Pray my good man, what is it you want from me?"
"To have my evil way." and Misha started to move down her body, biting and kissing his way down, his hands removing her clothes out of his way until he came to between her thighs where he looked up and laughing told her, "The things I do for mother England!" before he bent his head and with his tongue started to do things both their mothers would be shocked about.
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Dmitri sat behind his desk in his office with Misha standing behind him looking out of the window onto the street below. "I know your aunt is being pushy, but she would like you to come by yourself to dinner. She wants you to meet Alice, no pressure Misha. Just come, meet her and that will be it."
"Dimi, I'm already seeing someone, and it would be both cruel to this girl that she wants me to meet, and puts me in a difficult position."
"Just humour her Mikhail. Once you've met her, you don't have to do anything else. I promise."
"Just this once to please her, but she has to realise that I don't need any help meeting people, and I'm very happy with Suzanne."
"Good, be around at eight. Don't wear the jeans. Now Henry tells me that you're doing fine, pulling your weight and he's please you're on his team."
Walking around the desk to sit in the chair opposite his uncle, one long leg sticking out by his ankle hooked onto his thigh he told him, "I love the work; it's what I wanted to do. Thanks for giving me this chance."
