ILLICIT AFFAIRS

LISAI hated to admit it but the fact that I absolutely disliked the existence of Axel Ivanov does not mean I'd dispute a fact that couldn't even be arguable.He was good, effortlessly good when it comes to racing. He was on the third round after effortlessly winning the first two rounds and now, the distance between him and the other cars seemed to be an unbeatable one.Scratch that, it was an unbeatable one. After winning the first two rounds, he had had this self-satisfied, I told you so smirk on his face and he had faked bowing repeatedly to the crowd's cheers and applauses as if he was fucking humbled by his winning when he was, in fact, gloating in it.That asshole.The cheers and applauses grew more frantic and louder as this car neared the finish spot and now, most people, if not all were on their feet and screaming insanely. I wished a miracle would happen and someone would overtake him so they'd wipe that stupid smirk off his face.But miracles like that were incapable of

AXEL"She's Lisa Volkov, the last daughter of the Volkov family.""Volkov?” I asked, rubbing my forehead as if that’d ease the headache I've been feeling since I set my eyes on her, “the same Volkov that I know?”“Of course,” Prince replied from the other side of the phone, “the same Volkov that we all know. But why did you ask me to run a background check on her picture? You guys attend the same school and...”“Tell me more about her,” I interrupted him.“Well, she attends your school, she's in her last year, and she's an IT genius...”“How come I never knew I was attending the same school as Lisa... With the daughter of a fucking enemy? Do you even know what that means? I could...” I sighed in exasperation and I gripped a part of my hair tightly as if I wanted to rip it off. I had no idea she was attending St. Williams but from the looks of things, she knew exactly who I was.Of course, I knew who exactly I'm fucking with.Fuck shit! She knew exactly who I was. She challenged me on

LISA “Lisa, can you just put the students out of their mysteries and continue dressing the way you did to the car racing game last week?” I took my sweet time swallowing what was in my mouth and drinking from my boba drink. We were out in Sweet Things, one of the most popular cafes in school and since we got there, students wouldn't stop staring at me. Just like they've not been able to stop staring at me since that game. I'd thought slipping back to my normal style would stop them from recognizing me but apparently, all this bagginess wasn't enough to hide the fact that I was the girl that whooped Axel Ivanov’s ass a week ago, and didn't I just enjoy it? I enjoyed putting Axel in his place, enjoyed seeing that defeated look on his face and I'd have loved it more if I had seen the look on his face when he got to know who I was. I wanted to see the disbelief and annoyance on knowing that the girl he had treated like a common slut, the girl he had proposed to fuck all night, my low

LISAI ignored the eyes and greetings of the maids as I matched into dad's study. As expected, Angel was sitting there with Steff.And dad too."Good evening dad, good evening Steff.""Good evening daughter, you didn't tell us you'd be home t...""You're home." Dad and Angel said at the same time and I scoffed out loud.I turned to Steff."Steff, please call your wife to order."His eyes narrowed at my tone and he glanced briefly at his wife who was busy sipping from her coffee as if she did not have a fucking care in this world."Do have your seat, Lisa.""Dad, I'm not here to...""Have your seat."I sat down at his tone. I didn't dare question that."So, now explain like a rational human being, what happened?""Angel here," I tilted my head towards her at the same time dad interrupted me."If this has to do with the business, then you'd refer to her as your Copa."I saw Angel snicker and I scoffed."It doesn't really have to do with the business and she's not my copa.""She is.""

AXELI entered the dimly lit room in the basement with fans blowing heat and slightly obscuring the only source of light in the room at intervals.The guys bowed as a sign of respect as I walked from the entrance to where they had tied our guy up, arms together above his head and legs barely touching the ground. They'd prepped him well enough with the way he was panting and the way blood was gushing out from cuts all over his body.Good! Just like the way I like it.I stopped in front of him."Hello there, Mr. Sinclair," I greeted with my most polite voice, and his eyes, with a very ghastly cut on one of them fluttered open, "fancy seeing you here.""You bastard," he gritted out, blood, saliva, mucus, and all."No no no," my lips stretched into a teasing smile, "I don't think we've gotten to that part where you get to call me a bastard."I started circling him slowly as if I was checking out a piece of meat on the slabber with my index finger slowly drumming on my lower lip."And talk