تسجيل الدخولAnastasia POVI stood by Zara's kitchen counter, my phone pressed to my ear, my heart pounding with each unanswered ring. I'd been trying to call the number for the last ten minutes. Over and over again but the call wasn't connecting, it kept leading me straight to voicemail every time."Come on, come on, come on," I muttered under my breath.Zara hovered nearby, her expression a mixture of worry and confusion. She'd been watching me pace the kitchen, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed."Ana," she said finally, "you need to tell me what's going on. You've been pacing for the past ten minutes, and you haven't explained anything."I didn't answer her because I was too focused on the phone, my thumb hovering over the redial button."Ana." Zara stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Talk to me, what's happening?"I finally lowered the phone, my hands shaking. "I think this is Bianca's doing."Zara blinked. "Bianca? Your sister?""Yes." I ran a hand through my hair. "She's done som
Anastasia's POVI showed up at Zara's home after office hours, my mind still reeling from everything that had happened at Nikolai's office.After I confronted him my heart has been in a jumble ever since I heard him say those words, his touch on my body and the way he'd looked at me like I was the only person in the world and I couldn't control my heart or quiet it. I couldn't stop thinking about him either.When I returned back to my office I tried to keep myself busy, bury myself in work, in reports and endless meetings but nothing seemed to work. He was everywhere, in every of my thoughts, every breath and every beat of my heart.So I came over to Zara's, hoping she could babble about her own relationships or work and keep my mind off things. I needed a distraction, anything other than Nikolai Stavros.Zara opened the door, her face lighting up when she saw me. "Ana! What a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?""I needed to get out." I stepped inside, kicking off my shoes
Anastasia POVI woke up the next morning still annoyed about the previous night. The memory of the bathroom from Nikolai's hands on me, his lips on my skin and the way I'd completely lost control made my face instantly heat. As much as I was angry at him, I was angry at myself, even more angry at the way my body still hummed with the memory of his touch. My anger only reminded me of how much I still wanted him.I got ready for work, taking extra care with my appearance. I told myself it was for the sake of professionalism. It was a lie, and I knew it.When I walked into the dining room, Nikolai was already there. He was seated at the table, a cup of coffee in hand, reading something on his phone. He didn't look up when I entered.I ignored him, pouring myself a cup of coffee, grabbed a pastry, and sat at the opposite end of the table. I didn't say a word to him nor did I even glance in his direction.My heart was racing. I could feel it pounding against my ribs, betraying me with ever
Nikolai POV I watched Anastasia closely as we left the restaurant, her face flushed, her eyes darting nervously at the other patrons. Embarrassment rolled off her in waves, so palpable I could almost taste it. "This is your fault," she hissed, keeping her voice low. "Because of you they all think I'm a slut now." I raised an eyebrow, amused. "My fault? How is that my fault?" "Yes, you're the one who…." She gestured vaguely. "....you know. In the bathroom." "I seem to recall you being an enthusiastic participant." Her face went even redder. "That's not the point, Nikolai." "Then what is the point Anastasia?" "The point is….." She stopped, clearly flustered. "The point is that this people are locals and whenever I end up deciding to come back here again for anything, they're going to look at me and think…." "Think what?" I couldn't help the smirk spreading across my face. "That you'r
Anastasia's POVI stared at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. He'd ruined my plan, sabotaged my date and now he was sitting there, looking insufferably pleased with himself."You need to leave," I said, my voice cold."No." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "I'm comfortable.""I don't care if you're comfortable, I want you to leave now.""And I want to stay." His smirk widened. "So we're at an impasse."I felt my hands clench into fists. "You sabotaged my date and sent him away like some…..some…..""Like some, what?" He tilted his head. "Like some poor fool who didn't know he was walking into a trap?""I wasn't trapping him.""No?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you using him to make me jealous?""I wasn't…..""Don't lie to me, Anastasia." His voice was sharp, cutting me off. "You chose a week without sex just to prove a point and now you're suddenly acting out, trying to get a reaction out of me, you're playing games.""I'm not playing games.""You are." He leaned f
Anastasia's POVI had Zara over at the penthouse, my closet completely ransacked as I held up dress after dress, trying to find the perfect one."What about this?" I asked, holding up a red number.Zara barely glanced at it. "That's too much.""This one?" I held up a black dress."Too boring."I sighed, tossing it aside. "You're not being very helpful, Zara.""I'm being honest." She leaned back on the bed, watching me with an amused expression. "I still don't understand why you're so stressed about this. It's just coffee with some random guy."I turned to face her, my hands on my hips. "It's not just coffee, I want to make a statement and pass a message across. I'm going to look so good that Nikolai won't be able to think about anything else."Zara raised an eyebrow. "So you're getting all dressed up to impress the guy?""I'm getting all dressed up to annoy Nikolai." I grabbed another dress, it was a deep emerald green that hugged every curve. "The guy is just a means to an end."Zar
Nikolai POV I stepped out of her office, the door closing behind as I stepped into the quiet hallway feeling accomplished. I stood there for about three seconds before any further step.I took the elevator down, my hands in my pocket as I thought of the way Anastasia carefully read the contract, r
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







