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Mila I woke up to a knock on my hotel room. Blinking wearily I sat up in the bed, my eyes going to the wall clock on the opposite wall. It was almost seven in the morning. I had spent most of the night twisting and turning around on the bed, getting less sleep than I usually do. And when I did sleep, it was to the dreams of my boss, Jonathan hovering over me, tempting me and erasing the distance between us before his lips settled on mine. Or the other times it were the nightmares where those men caught me before Jonathan could save me. Now, I slipped out of the bed and walked to the door, opening it a bit I peeked out to see a uniformed hotel attendant with a food trolley. I arched a brow in query as I said, âI havenât ordered breakfast.â âThe breakfast is complimentary to our guests, Maâam.â The man replied. Huh. Last night
Bride To Be...   The devil you know...
Mila I was so angry. No, not just angry, I was fĂ»cking furious. My heart pounded inside my chest as I waited for the elevator to take me down to the underground parking. What I didn't understand was why my eyes were smarting and I have to blink back the tears if I was angry. FĂ»cking arsehole. Arrogant bastard. How could he even think for a second that Iâd say yes to his preposterous preposition. Like I was something to buy. The metal doors parted and I stepped out, my footsteps quick as I made my way out. Because I was looking down, I didnât see who was standing in front of me and sl
Bride To Be...   Not so fast, little mouse
Mila My heart beat a foreign rhythm as I watched him coming toward me. He looked indifferent as if he couldnât care less, as he walked in that predatory way of his. He wasnât wearing his coat and the way top two buttons of his shirt were undone and how his sleeves were rolled up, it looked like he was probably enjoying his evening until this very moment. And then his eyes met mine. And I watched his face transforming. I took a step back into my captor at the darkness I saw on that beautiful face. He looked like the fires of hell burned in that gaze. And by the time he reached me I was very aware of the rage rolling off him and I was afraid that he was ready to commit murder. I swallowed. âJonathââ He stopped me, his eyes cutting to the man behind me. But his words were for Jasper, âTake her inside.â T
Bride To Be...   Because I Like Touching You
Mila“Answer me. Each and every question.”My anger flared at his demand and I checked the urge to scream at him. I said, “No. I don’t think so, I don’t owe you anything.” As soon as the words left my mouth I cringed. Fûck. I do owe him now.Jonathan arched a brow but didn’t comment, instead he asked the first of his many questions. “Your name?”“Mila.” He waited for me to add to it. I didn’t.“Fine. Where did you come from?”“Reutov.” I answered. As far as I knew it was the truth, it was the last town I was in before coming to Moscow.“Who are you running from?” He questioned next. His grey eyes fixed on my face, noticing every nuance as if he was ready to catc
Bride To Be...   Because I'm so considerate
JonathanThe ghosts from the past didn’t let me get much sleep, so I spent most of my night running away from them. Wandering around the penthouse from one corner to another. I watched the sunrise as my thoughts, not for the first time, went to the woman sleeping above stairs. I had gone to her room at least four times to check up on her. One of those times I had watched as she had whimpered and silently cried in her sleep, going through a nightmare that caused her body to twitch. I had wanted to go to her and make her comfortable, to pull her out of her nightmare. But I wasn’t sure that I should, at least not now. Not until we have our talk. And all the facts were clear between us. Not to deny it, I was feeling a little bit guilty too and that had stopped me. I wondered if her nightmares included being kidnapped and stuffed into a car trunk. I hope not.And th
Bride To Be...   Because I don't trust you
MilaRemove your clothes.His words echoed in my mind. Around me. As I stared at him.But I wasn’t seeing the golden God I was attracted to. I wasn’t seeing Jonathan.No.All I could see were the men surrounding me.All I could hear was ‘Remove your clothes’ followed by ‘Get naked'.All I could feel were hands snatching and tearing at my clothes when I didn’t comply.My blood pressure went up as my heart skyrocketed inside my chest. Sweat collected near my temple and behind my nape. My stomach rolled with a sick feeling.It had been too long since I last experienced it. The panic attack. I had thought I had outgrown that particular nasty affliction when I had stopped having them.
Bride To Be...   You'll get what's yours
Mila âBecause next time, your arse would be bare and my hand would be more punishing.â His words filled me with another rush of irritation, not for the punishment part though, but how he was threatening me. But then, I should be more focused on the punishment part, right? He did say he would spĂ nk my bare arse next time. But surprisingly, it was not as much a pressing issue as it should be. For fĂ»ckâs sake, my arse was still aching from how he had just delivered the very first spanking of my life. And with that came the sensation of heat that had settled inside me. Not to let my irritation take hold of me, I decided to do something to quench that heat. I moved closer and settled my lips on his. The last kiss he had given me was too soft and I didnât get a fill of it. For reasons unknown to me, I w
Bride To Be...   A pervert and your captor
MilaI looked at my reflection in the mirror. No longer my hair was blonde but now their natural color shone beneath the bathroom lights. My hazel eyes looked back at me, for the first time after so long I catalogued my features to understand what he sees when he looks at me.I guess my skin color was a little different, not too pale and yet not completely what one would call olive, and then there was my figure, which I knew for a fact was the first thing any man notices when he looks at me. I don’t like it myself for the very same reason.But for some stupid reason, I was sure Jonathan wasn’t as superficial. He wouldn’t be interested in me just because I was good to look at. He himself looked like a golden God, I was sure women must throw themselves at him. So for him to want me, I must’ve something else to offer him.I
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