Chapter 92

[ANASTASIA]

“Shit! I forgot my purse,” I gasped while reaching for the backdoor of the car.

My hand drops to my side, but when I turn to look up at Ivan, who’s just about to get into the car, he sighs and gives me a hard, knowing look.

I know exactly what he’s thinking. Our first day in Kazan when I used the same excuse to kick him out of the room. The only difference is I’m not making an excuse right now. I genuinely left it on the nightstand beside the bed.

A silly grin curls across my lips. “I’m not kidding. Don’t look at me like that.”

The hard expression on his face doesn’t relent and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Just get in. I’ll go get it and be back in two minutes.”

“No. Wait!” He tries to stop me but I’m already halfway through the hotel’s double doors, not bothering to listen to him.

“Will be right back,” I shout over my shoulder and rush towards the elevators.

I tap my feet restlessly while watching the numbers on the elevator climb down towards the ground floor.