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She steadied herself against the doorframe, her heart hammering so violently against her ribs that she thought it might break through her chest. It was unexpected. It was quick. Her head was spinning in the most intoxicating way. The kiss she had wanted so badly was finally happening, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be completely absorbed in him.He moved one of his hands to her waist and pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers with unmistakable intent. His two hands were on her face again, cupping and caressing her cheeks with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the hunger in his kiss. She snuggled closer, wrapping her hand around his neck, feeling the warmth radiating from his body.He sucked on her lower lip gently, and she kissed him back with the same softness, afraid that any sudden movement would break this moment. Her fingers tangled in the strands of hair at his neck, and she lost herself completely in the sensation of him.Soon he withdrew his li
Dimitri got home late in the night looking completely stressed out. His mind was still in turmoil. The file. The impossible file. He wanted to believe it was fake. He wanted to believe there was no file anywhere. He'd destroyed it years ago. No one could use anything against him. Anyone who tried would be destroyed, close or distant.The maids collected his coat as he took the elevator to his room. His head turned toward Natasha's door. He wondered if she was asleep.The thought of her lit up his confused mind. He should check on her.He was about to take a step when her door opened.She was in her nightie. A sexy one at that.His eyes slowly fell down her body, tracing the soft curves outlined by the thin fabric. Her legs. He noticed she was standing quite well on it now. The healing was progressing.He looked back at her face.She was looking at him too."Are you okay?" she asked suddenly. Her voice sounded worried.Yeah, his appearance was probably wrong. His emotions were mixed up
Dimitri's smile faded as he received the phone call. He stared into space, tapping his fingers on his desk. His face suddenly changed color. The blood drained from his skin.He dropped the call.This was urgent. Something he'd feared came up from nowhere. Something he thought was long dead.He turned and looked at Natasha, who was already busy reading a book.He had to leave.She looked up. "Why are you staring at me?"He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I need to attend to something urgently. Can you go back to your room by yourself?"She rolled her eyes. "Why are you asking me? You never tell me where you go. I'm fine. I can go alone."He looked at her for several seconds. He was about to say something, but she interrupted."If you're going to leave, you should at least do something about my social media. You trapped me here and there's nothing I can do. I can't communicate with anyone."He smirked. "You can only communicate with me. You don't re
The next day, Natasha had the best sleep she'd had in days. Her leg was improving significantly. She could stand alone now, limping into the bathroom by herself. She did a proper bath, applied her body ointment, and was just finishing zipping up her top when her door suddenly opened.It was him."Hey," she said sharply. "Why do you never knock?"He looked at her silently, then closed the door.He knocked.Then he opened it again and raised an eyebrow."Are you satisfied now?" he asked.She rolled her eyes and scolded him. "You should form the habit of knocking. I'm a lady."He smirked. That annoying smirk that made her stomach flip.He wasn't dressed like he was going to work. His long hair was packed back neatly. He had earrings on. He looked so hot. So impossibly tall. So completely unfair.She shook her head and hoped he would leave. She couldn't even bear his presence right now."Are you not going to work?" she asked."I'll be staying home with you until you heal," he said.His ey
As soon as he got home, perfect timing, he found the bitch in his living room sipping wine. He had actually allowed this level of comfort for a woman who offered him nothing but sex. She was completely worthless to him.She looked up and smiled. "Did you forget something?"He looked at her fiercely. His hands went into his pockets."Why did you try to hurt Natasha?"Her face suddenly changed color. She knew. She knew she'd been caught. And she knew exactly what Dimitri was capable of doing to her.She began to explain frantically. "I'm sorry. I wasn't in my right mind. You won't hurt me, right? Think about what we've shared. A random lady shouldn't destroy our relationship."She had the audacity to stand there and justify her actions. To claim they had a relationship. To act like she mattered.It angered him more.He chuckled darkly. "We never shared anything. You were just my beck and call. And you had the audacity to hurt what's mine."Before she could say anything else, he gripped
Natasha opened her eyes at six in the morning. She couldn't believe she hadn't slept a single hour. The pain in her leg had stolen her sleep, denying her the mercy of unconsciousness. And it wasn't just the pain.It was the screaming.The faint, annoying screaming from somewhere in the penthouse. The sounds of fucking.. She knew exactly what they were doing. She knew exactly who he was with.Gosh, she was just so stupid for being deceived by him. Her heart had fluttered for nothing. Her hopes had been suddenly up when he carried her. When he was gentle with her. It was all just fake. She hated her heart for being so weak. For being so susceptible to a womanizer.The way he'd thrown the drugs on her lap. The way his face had turned cold and distant. She regretted every bit of that little feeling she'd had last night. She was never going to be wavered by him again. He was a jerk. And that whore was just so shameless.She shook her head and tried sitting up. The pain had reduced slightly







