Chapter 6

ANASTASIA'S POV

I don't remember much of the night. I wake up with a groan. He's asleep beside me, black hair contrasting against the white sheets beautifully.

This is Nikolai Sokolov?

I silently try to escape, but he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

I freeze. He's not awake. He clutched on to me with such an unrelenting force, I can't get away.

I lie there as he turns over, coming face to face me. His arms once again envelope me throwing his leg over mine.

How comfortable can this criminal get with me anyway!

“Hey," I whispered fiercly, poking his face. He frowns.

“Shhh, Kòshechka.”

Kòshechka?

“But—!”

“Sleep.” He ordered, not even opening his eyes.

“But...”

He rolled over onto of me. God this man is heavy.

“Can't breathe,” I wheeze.

He groans in irritation. Rolling back over.

“I pity your future husband. He won't get any sleep. And unfortuantely that would be me”

I narrow my eyes. “If you weren't such a freaking buffalo, I could've been out of here."

He opens an eye. “Be quiet, Kòshechka. Sleep, yes?”

“No,” I pout.

“Not a question,” He grunted, pulling me into his chest.

My face burned.

Damn that criminal!

The next time I woke up he was sitting up against the headboard scrolling through his phone while yelling into it.

“First off, I'm grown ass man. Second, no!”

“But Mamma said!”

“I'm gonna hang up now, bye Natalia.”

“Guy, you asshole!”

He rolls his eyes, setting his phone down. His eyes meet mine and instantly a smirk takes over his face.

“If it isn't sleeping beauty. Good afternoon.”

I frown. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“Sister,” He shrugs. “Are you late for something?”

That's my cue to leave I guess. I get up, looking around for anything that might fit me.

“Where are you going,” He pulls me back onto the bed.

“Um...home?”

He huffs. “You didn't even kiss me good morning. I'm starting to think you have no manners.”

I roll my eyes. Damned criminal talking about I have no manners.

“I'm gonna go—”

He yanks me back. “Kiss me good morning, like a good girl.”

“I'm not kissing you good morning—"

He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes. I narrow my own, leaning forward and pecking him lightly.

“Bye criminal—”

“Anatasia,” He interrupted. “Aren't you hungry?”

I'm starving.

“You want some food?”

“Yes." I gulp. He hands leans over the bed, offering me a handful of cash.

To put this in perspective, his hands are like...three times the size of mine. I have small hands. He has large hands. And all the bills are hundreds.

It's ridiculous.

“Um...am I supposed to buy a car or Chinese?”

He shurgs. “Both, I guess.”

I scoff. “Don't you have a card I could use?”

“This one time, I took in a kid, and he stole my identity, and now my credit score is 8.”

He shook his head.

“My credit score was the best thing about me. But to answer your question," He goes into his wallet again.

“Take the visa, not everyone takes American Express, especially if you don't threaten them.”

I purse my lips. “First off, I'm keeping the cash.” he shrugs. Asshole.

“Second, 8? Just 8?”

He nods. “Just 8. I was devasted, I'm not gonna lie."

I bite back a laugh.

“Third of all, you bastard why are you so rich?”

“Because I'm handsome and it matches the profile.”

“No it doesn't. I'm buying a Buick, you can't stop me.”

He snorts. “As long as you drive over to a place called Gino's and pick me up a pizza pie. If not, I'll repossessed and get burned in front of you.”

I rear back. Something's wrong with him.

“Hey! I'm threatening!” He smiles.

“Oh, pookie no you're not!”

I really bought the Buick. It was black and shiny and I loved it. I'll probably have to leave it at his house, but it doesn't matter.

I loved it while I could. We were great together, and...even though we weren't meant to be forever, it was beautiful while it lasted.

On my back to his house, I got a strange call.

“Where have you been?”

“Andrei?" why the hell is he calling me?

“I'm coming to where you are," He says, as I pull up in the driveway.

“Um...what?”

I step into the house, which is unlocked. He really should lock his doors, it's unsafe even for a criminal like him.

“Just stay there I'm coming."

He hangs up, and I go with it. It's not like he really knows where I am.

“Hey, criminal! I got your pizza pie.”

He comes into the kitchen, with no shirt and somesweats.

He's a criminal. But a hot criminal.

Who gave him the right to wear clothes anyway?

Snap out of it, Anastasia. You have to leave before he decides to flambay your liver.

“Did you get the Buick?" He asks, going into the box and getting a slice.

“Yeah. It's out front."

He nods. “I almost thought you took the money and ran,” He swallowed with a smile. “But you came back.” He laughed.

“Which... is good because I would've hunted you down and set you on fire."

I rear back. “What?”

“What?" he cocks his head. “Want a slice?”He's so random.

“No. I'm gonna go now. I'll leave the Buick. Your card is on the table."

He waves me away. “No, take the Buick. It's the least I can do. You're so cute in throes of pleasure, you deserve it.”

I look away, my face hot.

“Well, anyway, bye. Thanks for... y'know the sex. And...stuff.”

He nods. “Of course. If you ever want another, just swing by.”

Really? Cause I just might.

“Alright. Well...bye.”

I turn around to leave.“Actually—”

Someone bangs on the door, interrupting his sentence.

I looks to him. He looks at me. “Open it," He shrugs, mouthful of pizza.

I roll my eyes, going to the door. And who stands here but Andrei.

“Where is he?" he hisses.

“Who is it, Kòshechka?”