My Russian Billionaire Boss 🔐| Part 18: The Truth He Buried (Patreon)

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The still frame glowed on the laptop screen like a ghost neither of us could look away from. Young Viktor and Alexei stood close in the empty office, foreheads pressed together, hands clasped tight between their bodies. The tenderness in that single frozen moment hit harder than any of the sex clips I had seen. I kept my hand on Viktor’s shoulder, thumb moving in slow circles against the tense muscle there, trying to anchor him while my own heart beat too fast.

Viktor stayed silent for a long time. The only sound in the office was the low hum of the air system and the faint click of the laptop fan. I watched the side of his face, the way his jaw worked as if he were chewing on words he had never planned to say out loud. Finally he exhaled, long and slow, and began to speak.

“I met Alexei Orlov the first week I started at his father’s company in St Petersburg,” he said, voice low and rough. “I was 20. Hungry. Angry at the world and determined to prove I was better than every system that tried to keep me down. Vladimir Orlov owned a small but respected tech firm. He hired me because I could see patterns others missed. Alexei was his only son. He moved through the office with this quiet authority, like he belonged everywhere and nowhere at once.”

Viktor clicked on a folder. A new photo filled the screen. Two young men leaning over a desk late at night, laughing at something on a monitor. Their shoulders touched. Their smiles were easy and real.

“We started talking because of the work,” Viktor continued. “Late nights turned into longer nights. At first it was just code. Then it became something else. The kind of something that happens when you are young and the world feels too small for everything you want to build. We kept it hidden. His father would never have allowed it. So we met after everyone left. In the server room. In the empty labs. On the floor behind locked doors.”

He opened another file. This one was an audio clip. He hit play. The sound of two young voices filled the quiet office, warm and excited, talking over each other about the prototype they were shaping together.

Viktor’s hand tightened on the edge of the desk. “We built the first version of what became Volkov Security on his father’s servers. Using his father’s equipment. Using his father’s time. We told ourselves it was just testing. Just exploration. But we both knew it was more. We talked about it like it was already ours. Our code. Our future. Our company.”

I stayed standing beside him, hand still on his shoulder, feeling every small shift in his breathing. My chest felt tight. Jealousy twisted low and sharp inside me. Not just because another man had touched Viktor the way I had. Because another man had once had this version of him, open and hopeful and in love. I wondered if Viktor had ever looked at me with that same unguarded light. I wondered if I could ever earn it.

Viktor clicked again. Another photo appeared. Alexei kissing the side of Viktor’s neck while Viktor laughed, head tilted back, completely unguarded. My stomach clenched. I wanted to look away but I could not. I wanted to be the only one who ever made Viktor look like that.

“He was the first person who ever made me believe I could build something that mattered,” Viktor said quietly. “We spent months like that. Late nights. Stolen hours. Fucking and talking and dreaming about what we would do when we left Russia together. I wanted to take the prototype and start fresh in the West. I wanted us to build something massive where no one could touch us. But Alexei could not leave. His father’s health was failing. The company was on the brink of transition. Alexei felt like he had to stay and carry it all. I pushed him to come with me. He refused. He said leaving would be abandoning everything his family had built. The fight got ugly. I accused him of choosing the past over us. He accused me of asking him to burn his whole life down for me.”

Viktor’s voice cracked on the last words. He opened one more audio clip. The voices were softer this time, edged with pain. Alexei’s voice, thick with emotion, saying he could not walk away from his father. Viktor’s voice answering, sharp and desperate, telling him they would lose everything if they stayed.

I slid my hand from Viktor’s shoulder to the back of his neck, fingers pressing gently into the tight muscle there. I wanted to ground him. I wanted to pull him back from whatever edge he was standing on. My own thoughts spun fast and selfish. He loved him that much. He fought for him. Would he ever fight for me the same way? Would he ever look at me like I was worth burning the world down for?

Viktor closed the audio file. His fingers hovered over the trackpad for a moment before he spoke again.

“After the fight, Alexei disappeared off the grid. I was angry. Lost. Irina was there. She was Vladimir’s personal assistant. She had seen everything. She knew the pressure I was under. She helped me plan my exit. She helped me take the prototype without drawing attention. She became the safe choice when everything else felt like it was falling apart. We left Russia together. In the beginning it was practical. Then it became something real. Or at least something that felt real enough. We built Volkov Security. We got married. I told myself the past was buried. I told myself I had moved on.”

He trailed off. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen, on the frozen image of himself and Alexei holding each other like the rest of the world did not exist. The weight of the past sat heavy between us, thick enough to press the air from the room.

I kept my hand on the back of his neck, thumb stroking slowly, and wondered how much of that old love still lived inside the man I was falling for.

Viktor drew in a shaky breath and opened another folder. The screen filled with a new video clip. This one was longer. Viktor and Alexei were naked on the floor of the server room, skin glistening with sweat, bodies tangled together in the afterglow of sex. Alexei lay with his head on Viktor’s chest, one leg thrown over Viktor’s thigh. Viktor’s arm was wrapped around him, fingers tracing lazy circles on his bare back.

I watched in silence as the video played. Their voices were soft and intimate, the kind of voices people only use when they think no one else is listening.

“We will call it Volkov and Orlov Technologies,” Viktor said on the recording, voice warm with excitement. “Our name on the door. Our code running everything.”

Alexei laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s collarbone. “My love, slow down. My father needs me right now. The company is falling apart. His health is not great. I cannot just leave for America with you.”

The words hung in the air. Viktor’s hand on the laptop mouse tightened until his knuckles went white.

The clip continued. The mood shifted. Young Viktor sat up, pulling away slightly. “Alexei, come with me. We take the prototype and we build something real. Somewhere we don’t have to hide who we are. Somewhere we can love out in the open.”

Alexei’s voice cracked. “I cannot abandon him, Viktor. Not like this. I love you….but”

The argument escalated. Their voices rose. Viktor stood and began pulling on his clothes, movements sharp and angry. The camera caught the way his bare ass flexed as he bent to grab his shirt, the tense line of his back as he dressed. Alexei stayed on the floor, watching him with hurt eyes. The clip ended with Viktor walking out of frame, the door slamming behind him.

Viktor closed the file. His breathing had grown uneven. “That was the last night we spoke,” he said quietly. “I left Russia two weeks later. Irina helped me. She was Vladimir’s personal assistant. She had known everything. She helped me take the prototype without anyone noticing. She became the safe choice when everything else felt like it was burning down around me.”

He opened one more file. This one was another conversation, recorded only a few days before the fight with Alexei. The two of them were sitting on the edge of a desk, still flushed from sex, legs tangled. Viktor’s voice was full of hope. “This code is ours. No one else understands it the way we do. We will build an empire together.”

Alexei’s reply was soft but firm. “I cannot walk away from Orlov Technologies. It is my family’s legacy.”

Viktor stared at the screen for a long moment before he spoke again. His voice was lower now, almost broken. “The real danger is not the sex. The board would not care about that. The real danger is these conversations. The prototype was built on Orlov company time and equipment. We talked about it like it belonged to us personally. Even though Alexei walked away willingly and wanted nothing to do with Volkov Security, the board will see it as a hidden ownership risk. Government contracts require completely clean title. If these clips reach them they will vote me out immediately under the morals and integrity clause. They will protect the stock price and the contracts. Everything I built will be gone.”

I could not stand there any longer. I moved without thinking, sliding down until I was kneeling in front of his chair. I looked up at him, hands resting gently on his thighs, stroking slow and reassuring. The position put me eye level with his belt, but this was not about sex. This was about holding him together.

“I will not let anything happen to you, Viktor,” I whispered, voice steady even though my heart was racing. “We will solve this together. No one can take this empire from you. Not Irina. Not the board. Not anyone.”

Viktor’s eyes met mine. They were raw, exhausted, and for the first time since I had known him they looked afraid. His hand came down to cover one of mine on his thigh, squeezing hard.

“Once the board finds out I will be fired,” he said, voice cracking. “Everything I have worked for will be gone.”

I kept stroking his thighs, hands sliding a little higher, fingers pressing into the firm muscle through his trousers. My eyes never left his face. “Then we make sure they never find out. We fix this before they get the chance. I am right here. I am not going anywhere.”

The erotic tension between us was thick. My knees on the floor, my hands on his thighs, the way he looked down at me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. But it stayed tender. Comforting. I wanted to protect him more than I wanted anything else in that moment.

Viktor stared at me for a long time, the weight of years and secrets and fear sitting heavy in the air. Then he reached out and gently closed the laptop with a soft click.

I stayed on my knees, hands still resting on his thighs, and realized I would do anything for this man. I was already in love with the man who had once blackmailed me into his life, and now I would do anything to protect him from the past that was trying to take him away from me.

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