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Chapter 11-The First Date

Katerina Kolosov's POV

I pursed my lips as I searched through my wardrobe. Raphael had texted me earlier saying that he was taking me out tonight for a date.

Reading the message, a sense of excitement brushed through me and I had eagerly texted back to ask him what sort of clothes was appropriate.

And by his response, it was obvious he was taking me for some sort of game as he requested for me not to wear dresses or skirts. I decided on a pair of dark jeans and a pretty black lace top with my favourite pair of heels. Knowing that Raphael liked my hair the way it was (with its unruly untameable curls), I left it the way it was.

Today was a Saturday and it was only yesterday that I had agreed to be with Raphael on the condition that it had to stay secret. I knew he didn't really like that, neither did I.

But there would be so many things in the way if we went public. And the feeling of having the man I dreamt of since I was sixteen as my boyfriend felt pretty fucking good.

Also, I had no bloody idea that he had hungered for me since then. Because what the hell, if I had the slightest clue of what he felt for me when I was younger, I would have gone after him.

Looking at the clock, it was about two in the afternoon and seeing that Raphael wasn't bringing me out for lunch, thus the conclusion of him bringing me out for some sort of game or activity of that sort.

I knew my dad wasn't home and if I could leave the house without my mom questioning where I was going and for her not to see through me, I would be awarded a hundred marks. Because it seemed that my mother had a third eye or a sixth sense regarding my siblings and I and my dad.

And if my mother knew about me and Raphael, she would inform my dad and a massacre would erupt and the purpose of having a relationship in secret would be pointless.

Walking down the stairs, and nearing the main door, I congratulated myself mentally for a job well done. As I turned to leave, a voice spoke out, "Kat honey where are you going?"

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!

I cursed inwardly and turned around to face my mom with a nonchalant expression on my face. "Oh, I'm just heading out with some friends. Shopping trip."

Mom nodded her head and her eyes lit up, "Oh alright then would you be back for dinner?"

I shrugged, "I don't think so, but if I am, I'll let you know."

Mom grinned before tucking a stray strawberry blonde curl behind her ear. "Okay. Make sure Raphael brings you home before midnight."

I stopped and my eyes widened. "What?"

My mom gave me an innocent but yet knowing smile. "What's wrong darling?" How on earth could my mother have known?! As of yesterday, Raphael and I being together was a secret.

"How the hell did you know?" I demanded and mom gave me a smirk. "Katerina dear, I'm your mother. Nothing goes around this house that I do not know of and a dollar for the swear jar."

I pursed my lips at that and dug around in my bag for a dollar and begged, "Please don't tell dad or anyone and again, how on earth did you know?"

Mom gave me a knowing grin. "It's my secret and alright I won't tell anyone but if your father figures it out. That's not my fault. I can't lie to your dad."

I sighed heavily and nodded reluctantly and pressed the dollar into my mother's waiting hand. "Fine, that's a deal." I gave in and my mother smirked proudly.

"Good, see you at midnight." My mother walked off and I groaned silently before leaving my home and got into Raphael's waiting car.

"Hey. Do you want to hear a piece of good news?" I questioned and Raphael raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"We're not really a secret anymore. My mom found out. How she knew, I do not fucking know." I grumbled and peered at Raphael who shrugged but I could see that he was pleased.

"That's good, and you look amazing." He complimented as his eyes raked my appearance. I shivered from the intensity of his gaze and pressed my legs together. I was turned on as hell.

It was a good thing that Raphael had not driven off yet because I instantly pulled him closer and kissed him. He let out a groan before his hands reached down to my hips and his thumb caressed the exposed skin on my waist where my top had ridden up.

Our lips moved together hungrily and the feeling and knowledge that Raphael was mine as much as I was his, made the kiss all the more sweeter.

My hands wandered up to his hair and I threaded my fingers through his blonde locks and enjoyed the silky feel of them. The scent of his cologne invaded my senses and I pulled him in even more. Slowly his head started trailing kisses down the side of my neck and I let out a breathy moan.

God, I loved his kisses. I was pretty much addicted to them. Since I was sixteen, I had been comparing the different kisses I had with boys in my school with the kiss I had with Raphael. Conclusion was: No one could kiss like Raphael Doukas.

My grip on his hair tightened as his hands slowly moved up my body, his fingers inching up my top. The feel of his fingers grazing the bottom of the built-in bra from my top made me groan as want slammed into me.

I was sure that we would have continued making out and even more right there in his car, in front of my house if someone had not shouted and cursed in horror.

Raphael pulled away and I looked to the front to see my brother in front of Raphael's car with an expression that was a mix of disgust and horror.

I glared at him and showed my middle finger to him. Sebastian scowled at me before flipping me off in response before stomping into the house.

"Aren't you worried your brother would tell everyone about us?" Raphael questioned. His voice was husky, his blonde hair was sticking up wildly and his lips looked red and swollen from the make out session we just shared.

Seeing him like this made me want to kiss him again. God, it felt amazing kissing him without feeling anxious or worried. I sighed and adjusted my top and ran my fingers through my hair.

"No, he wouldn't say a thing. We have an understanding. If I leave him alone, he'll leave me alone." I stated, noting that my voice was a little rough. Raphael shrugged and started the car.

My eyes studied him, well, the appropriate term was checking him out and holy hell, he looked hot. Raphael was wearing a plain white shirt with a black blazer over with dark jeans. He looked fucking hot.

Involuntarily, my legs squeezed together and my gaze snagged onto the bulge on his groin. Looking at it, I wondered fleetingly on his size. Because it looked pretty big. But then, anyone could look big if they stuffed socks or bananas there.

"See something you want Katerina?"

I looked up to see Raphael smirking at me as he drove, clearly noticing that I was staring at his 'friend'.

"What? You already know I want you. I'm just wondering if you're really that big or if you have stuffed some socks into your pants to give that illusion." I stated casually with an inward smirk hearing Raphael's growl of annoyance.

"I'm that size by nature my love, I don't need socks or whatever comes to your mind." Raphael scowled at me as he drove.

So easily annoyed. I smirked and leaned into my seat. "Sure, if you say so." I feigned boredom. I knew his package was pretty big. I had felt him pressing against me many times. But riling him up was a hobby or a pastime of mine.

"It is!" He gritted out annoyed and I hid a smile before ignoring his statement. "So where are we going? It better be good."

His snorted and his jaw clenched before answering. "We're going bowling."

I perked up, "Bowling? Great! I'm going to kick your ass." I stated and Raphael cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? I'm a firm believer in not letting girls win on purpose."

I snorted and realised that Raphael had parked his car. "Good. Because I can win on my own." I got out of the car and a muttered curse was heard.

Turning around, I was met with Raphael's dark lustful gaze on me. I smirked once more, that meant that he had seen the back of my top. The black lacy top was sleeveless and the pattern was conservative enough but the colour black gave it a feel of being sexy.

It also had a built-in bra and the back had a giant hole exposing the middle of my back, obviously showing that I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck."

Raphael swore and his arms grabbed my hips lustfully. "I take it I look that good?" I teased and Raphael ignored my question as he pressed a deep kiss on my lips.

I moaned softly and he pulled away before I could grip onto him to prevent him from pulling away. "You can kiss me later, we got a match to play." He said huskily, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

I eyed him warily as we entered the bowling arena. Exchanging my heels for a pair of bowling shoes, I sat at the benches and stared down at the bowling lane. I didn't know if Raphael knew that I was almost a professional at bowling.

Almost once every two weeks, my family and I would have a bowling competition when I was younger. You could say I was the one in my family with the most wins.

"So would you want to make this fun?" Raphael asked with a grin on his face.

I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "How? Because beating you would be fun enough for me."

Raphael rolled his eyes. "If I win, you have to say: Raphael Doukas has the biggest dick I've ever seen."

I shot him an unimpressed stare and scoffed. "What are you, eight?" Raphael gave me a flat look and I smirked to myself. It was clear that he still had not forgotten about my earlier insult towards his package.

Men and their ego.

"Fine whatever, but if I win, you have to say what I want you to say." Raphael smirked and shrugged. "Deal. Game on."

I snorted and grabbed a bowling ball. "Game on."

As the game progressed, I have gotten mostly strikes and spares and I noticed to my amusement that Raphael was starting to look a little annoyed and worried.

I had already planned out the sentence he was going to say when I won. And I could already picture his scowl as he mumbled the words. Ohh victory was sweet.

And of course, I won with a strike. There obviously wasn't a doubt about me winning (except on Raphael's part) and I smirked while pretending to check my nails out.

"So are you ready for what I want you to say?" I smirked smugly and Raphael scowled, "Fine. What?"

"Say: I, Raphael Doukas stuff socks or bananas or even sausages in my pants to make my dick look huge to compete with my abnormally large male ego."

"What? No!" Raphael glared at me and protested.

"What, yes! Say it! I won fair and square." I crossed my arms over my chest and Raphael sighed heavily before giving in.

"I, Raphael Doukas stuff socks or bananas or even sausages in my pants to make my dick look huge to compete with my abnormally large male ego. Done!" He mumbled quickly and scowled at me (just like I pictured).

I grinned at him and checked my mobile phone and pressed the play button. Immediately, Raphael's voice admitting he had a small dick played and I almost laughed at his expression.

"Good. Your voice is clear." I choked back a laugh as Raphael's eyes flashed and he snapped. "Delete it!"

"No way!" I played it once more and burst into laughter. Raphael lunged at me hefted me over his shoulder right in the middle of the bowling arena.

"PUT ME DOWN!" I hollered as I found myself in this familiar position, with my facing his back.

"No. Unless you delete it." Raphael smirked as if he got the upper hand this time. "Put me down! People are staring!" I hissed and Raphael slapped the back of my thighs lightly.

"No, unless you delete it." He repeated and I growled in frustration as embarrassment began to seep in. "Fine there! I deleted it!" I snapped and shoved my phone in his face.

Immediately, Raphael placed me back onto the ground and I glared at him. Unbeknownst to him, I had deleted another recording which was of my dad saying a Russian swear word. But Raphael didn't have to know that.

"Come on Katerina, don't be mad." He smirked proudly and I glared at him. "Ugh! You can be such an ass!"

He shrugged in response before standing up. "I know. Let's return the shoes and pay up so we can have dinner."

I gave in and in no time, we were in a casual restaurant. And unlike Mikael, Raphael let me order an alcoholic drink. Thank god for good boyfriends!

As our food arrived, Raphael and I made small talk with me occasionally teasing him that he had lost to a girl at bowling. Raphael simply shrugged and responded that he didn't mind.

All in all, it was actually a very fun and amazing date which I enjoyed a lot. As Raphael drove me home, I sighed and leaned back into the seat. "I have no idea why you're taking me home at ten at night. My curfew is at midnight."

That statement was just a way to hint to Raphael that I didn't want the date to end. I had loads of fun and it was nice going out with him.

Raphael flashed me a grin. "Your mother knows about us and I have to make a good impression." I snorted at that. "It doesn't really matter to her. She married a Russian mobster."

I pointed out and Raphael chuckled. "I know, but she is still your mom and I have to impress her." I grinned at that, none of the guys I had briefly dated had gone to such lengths before.

The car was filled with a comfortable silence and I could feel Raphael intertwine our fingers together. Immediately, a giant smile crossed my face at that and I tightened my grip on his hand.

After a few moments, Raphael cleared his throat and questioned. "I heard that you do not really want to work in your dad's company."

I sighed heavily and wet my dry lips. "No, I just don't know about it yet. You could say I'm indecisive about this whole inheriting my father's legacy." I answered and Raphael glanced at me and kept quiet, urging me to continue.

"I just don't know if being in the business field is what I really want. And I can't tell my parents that because they'll be really disappointed." I said quietly.

Raphael looked down at me before giving his attention back to the road. "Well, whatever decision you make, your parents will support you. And so will I."

A slow smile curved onto my face at that and Raphael stopped the car. Looking about, I realised I was already home. I leaned up and pressed a kiss on his lips before pulling away.

"Thank you for telling me that." Somehow when Raphael told me that, it brought about a sense of peace and security that everything would be alright.

"It's not a problem." He grinned and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. He slowly pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you for the date. It was really fun and I enjoyed myself." I grinned and Raphael smiled. "That's good. Goodbye Katerina. I'll see you soon."

I pressed a chaste kiss on his lips before giving him one last grin before exiting the car. Making it to the door, I turned around to see him still in the driveway, making sure I made it home safely. Darling man. I sighed to myself with a smile.

Opening the door, I was met with a man glaring at me with his arms crossed. His stance was straight and he was practically vibrating with anger.

"You. Bring Raphael in. Now." My dad growled before storming into the living room.

Oh fuck.  

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A/N: Hey! I updated and yes, I would be updating quicker and more frequently because TMS is finishing (2 more parts) I hope that all of you lovelies loved this chapter. It was so much fun to write this! So please let me know what you guys think and vote and comment! Thanks so much for reading and I love you all! 

(Your welcome for leaving that cliffhanger ;D)