Snejana knew that Marvi was a Russian arms dealer, so his home was bound to be filled with all sorts of jaw-dropping goodies.
"Sure, why not?" Marvi agreed with a grin. The underground fortress wasn't exactly a state secret anyway. For someone of Snejana's political stature, if she wanted to know about it, she'd have no trouble digging up the details.
After a quick tour of the place, Marvi led Snejana and her daughter, Leosya, to the living room. It was time to dig into tonight's dinner.
"Young master, Prime Minister Snejana, Miss Leosya—what red wine would you like with dinner?" At that moment, the butler, Ivan, stepped forward with a wine list, gesturing for the trio to pick their poison.
Marvi's wine cellar was a treasure trove of fine vintages from around the world. The dazzling array of options left Snejana and Leosya wide-eyed. Who knew Marvi lived this lavishly?
After a quick huddle, the three settled on two bottles: a 1986 Lamondo Estate and a 1975 Margaux. Tonight was going to be a treat.
By the rules, Leosya was capped at two glasses. The little troublemaker pouted, shooting Marvi a teary-eyed plea, practically begging him to sweet-talk her mom into letting her have a bit more.
Marvi, sitting across the table, kept his eyes on his plate, pretending not to notice. His gut told him he was already in over his head—barely keeping himself afloat. No way was he wading into that mess. Better to play it safe, host this dinner without a hitch, and avoid stirring up any trouble.
Besides the world's top-tier wines, the meal wouldn't be complete without some gourmet dishes. Marvi's three French chefs had gone all out, whipping up a mouthwatering spread of classic French cuisine.
Think seared Saint-Jacques scallops, roasted Camembert, mussels in white wine, a fluffy cheese soufflé, and rich foie gras. Each dish was plated like a work of art—vibrant, fragrant, and downright delicious. Snejana and Leosya couldn't stop raving about it.
They say the three things that tempt women most are passion, food, and… well, something else. Tonight, it was all about the food.
The atmosphere softened as the meal unfolded, the exquisite flavors smoothing out any edges.
After a few rounds of wine, Snejana's cheeks flushed with a mature charm. She smiled at Marvi and said, "So, Marvi, how about showing us your underground garage now? I'm dying to see how many 'beauties' you've got stashed down there."
"Beauties? Hardly. But since you're curious, follow me." Marvi signaled a servant to open the elevator, then led a slightly tipsy Snejana and Leosya inside. He hit the button for the lowest level.
As the elevator doors slid shut, the tight space put Marvi smack in the middle, with Snejana ahead on his left and Leosya on his right. Both women faced away from him, their curves impossible to ignore. Even if he tried not to stare, his peripheral vision couldn't miss the mother-daughter duo's killer figures—especially those full, perky hips that seemed carved from the same mold. It was the kind of sight that sparked wild daydreams.
Marvi caught a whiff of Snejana's subtle perfume, mingling with the faint, intoxicating aroma of red wine on her breath. It was enough to make him half-serious about stealing a kiss right there in the elevator—daughter be damned.
Luckily, Marvi wasn't some starry-eyed rookie around women. Even with a buzz from the wine, he had enough self-control to keep it together.
Thirty seconds later, the doors slid open, and the sight before them lit up Snejana and Leosya's eyes.
A sprawling, luxurious steel garage stretched out, lined with two neat rows of supercars—over 50 of them! The vibrant colors and sleek designs were enough to make anyone's heart race.
But it wasn't just cars. Marvi's underground lair had it all: food stockpiles, water reserves, generators, weapons, ammo, and even stylish luxury suites. It was a fortress built for anything.
"Wow, Marvi, this place could totally be an apocalypse bunker! It feels so safe—like we're the last three people on Earth from some TV show!" Leosya's eyes darted around, soaking it all in. She'd never seen anything like this outside of a doomsday drama.
The sheer scale and wild creativity of it all had her half-convinced she was living in an end-of-the-world scenario. Suddenly, it felt thrilling.
"Watch out—don't wander off. Zombies might pop up," Marvi teased. Truth be told, he'd only been down here a handful of times himself.
His offhand joke, paired with the fortress's eerie quiet, spooked Leosya. She grabbed his arm, clinging tight. Maybe it was the two glasses of wine, but she pressed herself against him, her chest squishing into his arm.
Snejana, who'd been admiring the setup, caught the scene and didn't quite know what to say. A faint twinge of jealousy bubbled up inside her.
To play it cool, she pointed off to the left. "Marvi, are those the rooms over there?"
"Yeah, Snejana. Want me to show you?" Marvi replied, gently prying Leosya off his arm. Booze really did lower inhibitions—half the "mistakes" in life happened after a drink or two.
"Sure," Snejana said with a nod.
But then Leosya, ever the wild card, piped up with a crazy idea. "Mom, Marvi, why don't we sleep here tonight? Imagine if this bunker was all that's left, and we're the only three survivors. How thrilling would that be?"
That's Leosya for you—her quirky, fourth-dimensional brain always running a mile ahead of everyone else.
Surprisingly, after a moment's thought, Snejana didn't shoot it down. Instead, she said something that made Marvi's face heat up: "If we're the last three people alive, wouldn't I just be the third wheel?"
Marvi blushed, but Leosya didn't miss a beat. "No way, Mom! It's the end of the world—old rules don't apply. We'd have to focus on repopulating humanity, right?"
"Hmm, you might have a point there," Snejana mused, breaking character by not scolding her daughter. She even let her mind wander to a risqué "mother-daughter duo" fantasy.
Her face flushed—probably from too many years single, starved of a man's touch.
"So, Mom, you're in? We're staying here tonight?" Leosya, who knew her mom better than anyone, pressed the advantage.
"Did I say no? It's getting late anyway. Just hope there's enough room," Snejana replied, shooting Marvi a look he couldn't quite read.
"Ahem! There's plenty of space. The bedding and essentials are cleaned regularly by the staff, so it's all spotless," Marvi said. As the host, if his guests wanted to crash in the bunker for an apocalypse vibe, who was he to say no?
And so, by some twist of fate, the trio ended up staying the night in the steel fortress. With enough rooms to go around, Marvi, Snejana, and Leosya each took their own.
But the unfamiliar setting—built for doomsday, no less—kept Leosya restless. In the middle of the night, she slipped into Marvi's bed, craving the comfort of his presence.
Feeling a soft, feminine warmth slide under his covers, a half-asleep Marvi stirred awake, his body reacting on instinct…
"Marvi, didn't the doctor say you couldn't… you know, get it up for a few days?" Leosya's innocent voice teased him in the dark.
Her question was promptly silenced by his lips and tongue, locking her in a deep kiss.
"Where'd you get a key? I locked the door," Marvi mumbled between kisses.
"There's… a master key… for every room… in the hall…" Leosya managed to gasp out, eagerly kissing him back.
"Oh, got it," Marvi said, pinning her down. What happened next was a given…
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After a passionate romp, an exhausted Leosya drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
But just as Marvi was about to doze off, he heard a faint noise at the door. Slipping out of bed, he crept over and caught the sound of soft, feminine breathing—like someone had been lingering there for a while.
He eased the door open and froze. There stood Snejana in a silky nightgown. Their eyes locked in mutual surprise, but then, fueled by the dim light and lingering wine, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him fiercely at the threshold…
Years of pent-up longing after her divorce had left Snejana unsatisfied with toys alone. This time, the spark ignited something wild—almost too much for even a fit guy like Marvi to handle…
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After another round of passion, a thoroughly spent Marvi stumbled to another room to crash. Those two women had drained him dry. Come morning, he'd need the chef to grill up some kidneys to recharge.
The next day, Marvi, Leosya, and Snejana woke in their respective rooms. None of them breathed a word about the night before, silently agreeing to let it lie.
Snejana had official business to attend to, so she and Leosya left Marvi's place early.
(End of Chapter)