LOGINSloaneI gritted my teeth against the ache flaring between my legs the second I stepped through the doors of Alanna's fashion house, muttering a curse under my breath with every step I took toward the back room.This is what I get for letting Nicholas have his way with me multiple times in one night.He'd carried me from the bathtub straight to the bed right after we fucked in the bathroom and fucked again in the bedroom until exhaustion finally won out over both of us somewhere near dawn. If Alanna hadn't texted me at nine demanding I show up today, I doubted I would have taken myself off that mattress at all.I let my mind drift back to it anyway, the weight of him pressing me into the sheets, and the low sound he made against my ear right before I stopped keeping track of anything else.Focus, Sloane.I forced the memory down and pushed through the studio doors, only to find Alanna already waiting with her eyes dropping straight to the stiff way I was walking before climbing back u
Nikolai's POVThe hours slipped away unnoticed while Anastasia and I talked. She'd insisted on staying awake, on keeping me company and refusing to let me retreat into the silence I'd been craving. Her persistence was maddening and endearing in equal measure, a reminder of why I'd fallen for her in the first place.Eventually, exhaustion won and she drifted off in my arms, her head resting against my chest, her breathing slow and even. The tension that had gripped her features throughout the evening softened, replaced by the peaceful expression of someone who felt safe.I carried her up to the bedroom, laying her down on the mattress with more care than I'd ever shown anyone. She murmured something in her sleep, a soft sound that might have been my name, and it felt really nice to have heard that. Reaching out to me even in her sleep.I didn't leave immediately, instead I sat on the edge of the bed, watched her sleep, my mind churning with thoughts I couldn't seem to quiet. The night
Anastasia's POVThe whispers started slowly, a low murmur that spread through the crowd like wildfire. What had been praise moments before twisted into something uglier, their words were sharp and cutting as they reached my ears.Vile accusations directed at Nikolai, speculation about his character, assumptions about his fidelity. The guests who had been smiling at us moments ago now averted their gazes, their expressions shifting from admiration to pity when they looked at me.Everyone saw me as the victim. The wronged fiancée. The woman who had been publicly humiliated by the man she was about to marry. The weight of their sympathy pressed down on my shoulders, it was suffocating and unwelcome, because whatever the thought they knew by mere pictures wasn't true but who's going to believe?I stood frozen for a long moment, processing the situation. The headline and the pictures. The way the crowd had turned on us so quickly, I should have been furious and screaming, crying, demanding
Anastasia's POVI had no idea what Nikolai said to Gerald, but the transformation in the man's demeanor spoke volumes. The predatory confidence that had radiated from him moments before had evaporated, replaced by something I couldn't describe but he looked really scared.He passed by me and wouldn't even look in my direction for the rest of the night, his gaze fixed on the floor or the walls or anywhere that wasn't me. The few times I glanced his way, I caught him flinching, his hands trembling around his champagne flute. He refused to engage with anyone, retreating into a shell of silence that seemed almost theatrical in its completeness.What had Nikolai done to him? The question burned in my mind, demanding an answer that I knew I wouldn't get.I was still lost in thought, trying to piece together the fragments of what might have transpired, when I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind. Warm lips pressed against my ear, and I melted into the embrace without thinking.
Nikolai's POVThe conversation with Jason Stone had left a sour taste in my mouth, the kind that lingered no matter how much I tried to wash it away. I excused myself as soon as politeness allowed, my mind already racing ahead to the next steps. The drug lord would need to be watched, his movements tracked, his intentions scrutinized.I pulled out my phone, dialing Elias with practiced efficiency."Keep an eye on Jason Stone," I instructed, my voice low. "I want to know where he's staying once he leaves this event. Every detail.""Understood, sir." Elias's voice came through crisp and clear. "I'll have someone on him immediately."The line went dead, and I slid my phone back into my pocket before I turned, ready to rejoin the crowd, and nearly collided with Jackson Reed.The older man was standing there, a glass of something amber in his hand, his smile carefully arranged. "Nikolai. I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk.""Jackson." The name came out flat. "I'm surprised to see you
Anastasia's POVThe forced smile on my face felt brittle, a mask barely holding together under the weight of Damon's presence. Beside me, Zara radiated hostility, her arms crossed and her expression openly hostile."I don't recall inviting you to this conversation," Zara said, her voice dripping with ice. "Or did you just wander over here hoping to crash another private moment?"Damon's smile remained fixed, utterly unbothered. "I'm a social creature. I enjoy mingling with beautiful women.""Then find some other beautiful women to mingle with. These ones are occupied."I jabbed my elbow into Zara's ribs, a subtle warning. "Ignore her, she's been in isolation for two weeks. I think that she's forgotten how to be civil.""I haven't forgotten anything," Zara shot back. "I just don't see any reason to pretend I like someone I clearly don't."Damon laughed, the sound easy and unforced. "I admire your honesty. It's refreshing, even if it is aimed at me."Zara opened her mouth to deliver ano
ANASTASIA’s POVOh…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!Was he serious? Like…actually serious? Or had he somehow lost a screw?I let out a forced chuckle. ‘’Tell me you’re joking.’’ I snapped, my judgemental gaze trailed on him. But his face remained the same with no amount of a smile or mockery i
ANASTASIA’s POV2 MONTHS LATER, NOTTING HILL, LONDON. ‘’Oh cut the bullshit, Bianca!’’ I screamed over the phone, my hand hovering over the lit screen in front of me.I was in my office, battling the worst headache ever after a board room clash and the Bianca was the least of my worries.It was D
‘’Strip!’’That command would forever be etched in my memory.The moment I breathed out those insane words about him fucking me, I regretted it instantly.He was swift.His hand gripped my legs and he pulled me close, wrapping my legs around his torso.He hoisted me up, carring me out of the club l
ANASTASIA’s POVThe instructions I’d given myself were simple. Fly to Monaco, secure the contract with the foreign investors, and head back to London proving once again why I was the undisputed head of Reeds and associates. Rivals didn’t line up around the block trying to ruin me just because I w







