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Josephine “Sasha-” Katya started, reaching towards him cautiously. “Outside, now.” Sasha spoke lowly, not even raising his voice but every decibel of tone echoed in the room. His piercing grey eyes fixed on me like a prey. I swallowed, the silence in the room made tension to thicken. He cocked his head. “Or do you prefer to talk in here?” he said, not as a suggestion but as a dare. My eyes widened a bit before muttering lowly, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jacket. “There’s no need to cause a scene...” He stepped aside, waiting fir me to brush past him before following me down the hallway. I hadn’t bothered to look back at Katya or Alina, not wanting to die of further embarrassment. My heart raced, feeling his looming presence that followed from behind as we made our way down to the front driveway where the SUV’s were running and ready to leave. Oma stood arms crossed, with an ‘I told you so’ look on her face that made me want to cringe inwardly. One guard opened the
Josephine The car rolled into a slow stop in front of a towering black gate with intricate gold designs and patterns. I craned my neck to take a good look at the freaking mansion beyond the gate. “Its a good thing that we’re at her family’s house.” Oma murmured, securing a gun inside her coat. I swipe a nervous tongue across my bottom lip, glancing at her. “Why?” She looks up with a smirk. “Because if she attempts something, it’ll implicate the whole Morozova family." Anxiety tingled at the tips of my fingers. “B-but that doesn’t really stop her from trying anything....” “Yeah but at least she’ll be smart about her actions.” She murmured. That doesn’t put my anxiety at rest. ‘You wanted this’, I reminded myself grimly. ‘You’re the one who agreed to meet her.’ The gates groaned, opening slowly as the car rolled forward, I couldn’t help but squeeze my fist tighter, bracing myself for an attack that never took place, it seems like Ptsd from the past attack was star
Josephine E-mails after E-mails flashed on the screen of my new phone, a few spam ones here and there but countless from the hospital. I scrolled through them slowly, my chest tightening with each subject line. “Urgent: Employment Status Review” “Final Warning: Unauthorised Absences” “Termination of Employment – Josephine Beaumont” The words blurred for a moment, my thumb hovered over the screen before I forced myself to open the last one. |Dear Miss Beaumont, |We regret to inform you that, due to repeated absences and failure to communicate with your department, your employment at Saint Peterson’s Hospital has been terminated effective immediately. |Please arrange to collect any personal belongings within 14 days, or they will be disposed of. |We thank you for your service and wish you the best in your future endeavors. Evelyn whistles beside me, reading a similar E-mail on the new phones that Oma got us this morning. “Well, looks like I’m officially unem
Sasha The city blurred past the tinted windows as the convoy moved in silence. My hand rested loosely on my thigh, fingers drumming a slow rhythm against it. I wasn’t impatient but calm. Every step I made from now on was calculated and precise so I would be in control of the situation, even if Louis thought otherwise. “East and west rooftops secured.” Pavel’s voice rang from the car’s speaker. “Men are in position. No blind spots.” “Good,” I murmured, eyes fixed on the warehouse approaching in the distance. It was one of the oldest space for storing our ammunitions back in the day, although dingy but useful. High ceilings, no escape routes that Louis could slip through without taking a bullet. Every window was covered so if Louis planned to play games, he’d find himself in a sealed box and shipped to France before he even realized it. The car rolled into a slow stop. I stepped out welcoming the biting cold that hit my skin, the sound of gravel crunching beneath
His groan vibrated against my lips, sending a rush of heat spiraling down my spine. “Josephine…” Sasha’s voice was low, thick with restraint as his hands tightened on my hips. “You don’t know what you’re starting.” I smirked softly, brushing my lips against his jaw, my fingers teasing the hard bulge pressing insistently against his pants. “You’ve been so stressed out these days...I only want to help.” I pouted with a playful smirk. His adam’s apple bobbed as I trailed kisses to his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe while skilfully unzipping his pants slowly. I swallowed thickly, wrapping my fingers around his hot length to pull it out which elicited a hiss from Sasha’s lips. He stared me down with heated eyes, silently daring me to get on my knees. Sucking in my bottom lip, I squat down slowly with excitement bubbling in my chest. Licking my lips seductively, I stroke his cock lightly while also feeling a wet patch forming on my panties. He hissed, jerking his hip fo
Josephine “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were banging a freaking mafia guy and some rich Russian mogul.” Evelyn whispers harshly, tugging on my arm. My cheeks warmed, and I let out a nervous laugh. “Trust me, it’s not something that comes up casually over coffee…” Evelyn raised a brow, clearly not satisfied. I hesitated, biting the inside of my cheek before glancing at her. “Are you… mad at me? For keeping something like this from you?” Evelyn slowed her steps, her expression softening as we turned into one of the long corridors. She shrugged lightly, looping her arm through mine. “Nah...its understandable to keep something this huge from me.” She mutters. I let out a relieved breath. “For a second, I thought you’d be pissed.” She snorts. “Why would I be pissed? Besides...you’re safe and clearly in love-” My heart quickens from just the words, and I smack her arm to shut her up. “You keep spouting nonsense.” Evelyn laughs as we enter into a room t