Is That Viagra?
Boris Volkov's funeral was the most expensive ever in Las Vegas, and the most scandalous too.
The affluent billionaire in his seventies died with an erection which refused to come down hours later when he was being cremated.
"Is it that gramps popped more Viagra pills or something? I must say, it's quite massive. Wonder whom he was trying to fuck."
The eldest granddaughter of the famous Volkov family whispered to her cousin who adjusted her expensive shades and muttered in the same tone,
"Who else? We all know that he was banging the slut of a maid. See, she's pretending to weep."
Two pairs of eyes in dark shades turned to the petite frame in a black dress with brown hair and ombre highlights.
Her threadbare dress which did nothing to hide her curves stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of custom-made designers' suits and jewelry.
"Tsk tsk, Elena truly is shameless, I wonder if..."
The voice of the eldest granddaughter was cut off by the minister who led in the funeral.
Thirty minutes later, the entire family gathered in the expansive living room of the large villa, checking the time by their watch with impatience.
Their eyes lit up as soon as they saw the lawyer approach them with a heavy bag in hand.
"Let me help you," Elena raced towards him, beads of sweat rolling down her clear olive skin as she carried the bag and placed it on the table.
"Chop chop, you may leave now." The eldest daughter of the late Mr Volkov said, and her sister added,
"And clean the bag, we don't want any filthy poverty aura on our property."
Laughter echoed through the living room, and Elena swallowed hard, clasping her fingers together.
"My apologies."
However, as she made to walk away, the middle aged lawyer cleared his throat, "Actually, Ms Elena has to be here. Sit, please."
Gasps of shock tore from the lips of the family, glances exchanged with wide eyes.
"Is she in the will as a witness? Whatever, she's not sitting next to me."
The family started to keep their designers' bags on the seats next to them, their eyes filled with hateful defiance.
The eldest granddaughter had two empty spaces close to her, and she placed her dog's poop on one, her eyes mocking Elena,
"Ouch, I have to take this to the lab later so..."
The family laughed again, and Elena lowered her head, ignoring the pounding of her heart.
Pushing away the urge to give them a taste of their own medicine, she pulled out the smallest seat kept for the family dog and sat on it.
Only one person, the youngest daughter of the family offered to help Elena, but the maid refused politely.
"Okay, we will now read the will of the late Boris Volkov..."
As soon as the lawyer started to speak, the loud noise of a landing helicopter echoed from the outside, drawing every attention to the windows.
"Who the hell is returning now? Hey, Lawyer, just read the damn will; I have a beauty spa appointment!'
The heavy gigantic doors of the villa opened widely, revealing a security officer first.
Then a tall hunk of a sex god strode in, his gait as rugged as his sharp features, his aura that of an untamed stallion.