Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) Read Online Free PDF

childhood home after this? Even if she was allowed to visit, would she ever feel welcomed again?
    “We have to give them time,” Sir stated with confidence.
    Brie sighed miserably. “Yes, they just need time…”

    Although Brie was glad to be traveling with Sir again, the pain of her parents’ rejection tempered her excitement. She sat at the airport despondently, trying her best not to let her disappointment show.
    Sir handed Brie his phone. “Call Rytsar. Let him know the secret you’ve been keeping from him. He’s been insufferable ever since we left Moscow.”
    Brie gave a half-smile as she pressed the number and waited. It took several rings before he answered. The Dom shocked her by spitting out a string of irate Russian words before she had a chance to speak. Brie looked at Sir in surprise, shrugging her shoulders.
    He smirked as he pointed to his watch.
    Brie groaned inside, realizing she’d caught Rytsar while he was sleeping. Sir was evil, on so many levels. She said in her brightest voice, “Hi, Rytsar, it’s Brie Bennett. How are you?”
    He grumbled more Russian profanities.
    “I’m sorry to have called you at such a bad hour, but Sir just gave me permission to tell you my secret.”
    He growled, “Inform your Master that he’s a mudak .” He paused, and then barked, “Go on.”
    She blushed when she realized Rytsar was serious. She put her hand over the phone and repeated his exact words to Sir.
    “Hang up on him,” Sir ordered with a smirk.
    Although she hated doing it, Brie pressed the off button.
    The phone immediately rang back. Sir grabbed the phone from Brie, taking his time in answering it. “What was that, Durov?”
    Brie could hear a litany of angry utterances coming from the phone. Sir took his rant with a bemused smile. “For your information, Brie just finished talking with her parents and I was under the impression you wanted to be the next in line to know. Sorry I was mistaken. Talk to you later… oh… what was that? Ah, you do want to speak to Brie after all? I thought you might.” He chuckled evilly. “Who’s the Master now?”
    He handed the phone to Brie while Rytsar was still cussing him out.
    “Hi, Rytsar, it’s Brie again.”
    Rytsar immediately stopped his tirade and took a deep breath. “Good morning, radost moya .”
    “I have some exciting news to share!”
    He laughed. “I’ve already deduced it.”
    She was intrigued. “Please tell me.”
    “You’re pregnant. Why else would you wait weeks and tell your parents first?”
    “Oh-em-gee! I’m not pregnant, Rytsar. I am too young to have a baby! Are you kidding me?”
    She heard Sir chuckling softly. She looked at him, pointing to the phone and shaking her head in amusement.
    Rytsar sputtered. “I’m sorry… I meant no offense.”
    Brie stifled her laughter, not wanting to offend the Dom. “It’s fine, Rytsar, I forgive you.” She was too excited to hold back the news any longer. “If you can believe, my documentary now has a popular producer behind it!”
    “That’s impressive, but why all the secrecy, radost moya ?”
    “We were told to keep it quiet until it was official.”
    “So, no baby Brie in eight months?”
    She laughed at the absurdity of it. “No. Sorry to disappoint you.”
    “And here I was looking forward to being a dyadya . Ah, such is life… Congratulations on your documentary nonetheless. I am honored to have bound and fucked such a talented woman.”
    Brie was instantly reminded of her warrior fantasy that the Russian Dom had so artfully played out for her. She looked at Sir and blushed. “Um… thanks for the congrats.”
    “I assume I’m mentioned in your film.”
    “Of course!”
    He said in jest, “Then it is guaranteed to be a hit.”
    She giggled. “Naturally…”
    The blaring sound of their flight being announced over the intercom drowned out his reply. Sir gestured for Brie to give him the phone. She handed it back to him, grateful Sir had given her a