Rather it being the usual cat and mouse game that Vladimir played with his little... toys... With you; it was more of a wild cat and his house cat. On one hand, the wild cat can treat his surrounding as shit and still be on top of the world, top of the totem pole... While the house cat would treat only their partners with immense amounts of disrespect until pampered properly; and that's how you treated Vladimir.

Vladimir had always played cat and mouse. Treating his partners as toys to be tossed around, but you wouldn't play that way, not matter how hard he tried to persuade you into doing so. You had been an absolute brat since the day he met you, and he thought he could work it out of you... But it appeared he had met his match.

Vladimir's hand tightly clenched onto the steering wheel of his newly cleaned black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. You had been giving him attitude the whole ride into Moscow after you asked if he would bring you to get your nails done because you had insisted he had his eyes on other women at the Victoria Secret the two of you had just left.

He gently rested his hand on your thigh, "There is no reason to be upset, doll." The mans tone was laced with angry tension, his fingertips slowly grasping onto the soft flesh of your thigh. "I'm bringing you to get your nails done now, like a wallet on wheels, and that still isn't enough for you, Ваше высочество?"

You pulled your leg out from underneath his hand and crossed it over your other as you'd look out the window. He chuckled, "Какой злющий сегодня, не так ли?" Vladimir smirked, his teeth sharp almost like fangs, as he would pat your thigh.