LOGIN"I need an answer, Collins. Or is your guilt eating you up so bad that..." "There is no guilt," he deadpans, the weight of his words resting on my shoulders, making them sag in sorrow. "It was only a matter of time until you found out. I want to say I'm sorry, but that would be me lying..." Blood rushes to my ears. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What? You're... you're not — " "No," he shrugs. "You brought this upon yourself." "Excuse me? I made you cheat?" "Yes." ----------------------- When hotshot billionaire mogul Collins Black propositions her to be his wife, twenty-two-year-old, script writer Anna Whitfield believes she's the luckiest woman on earth. But things quickly go sour when one year later, she discovers that Collins has been cheating on her with her best friend, Diana. What's worse? Collins proposes to Diana on a night which is supposed to be the most important night of her life. Enraged, and frustrated, Anna begs the nearest man she can find for a kiss to spite her ex-husband. But the man who obliges isn't just any man, but the most powerful mafia don in Russia. Viktor Ivanov. [NOTE: This is an ex-husband/mafia romance. You’re guaranteed to have a swell time reading. Do enjoy]
View MoreAnnaWe both hear the front door open. Asya smiles at me knowingly while I start to panic.“Keep at it, moya docha,” she mutters to me on her way to the cabinets. “I’ll set the table.”It’s a longer moment than I expect before Viktor appears in the archway of the kitchen. He’s sniffing the air with a growing smile, and my stomach does a little flip.Will he like it? Will he forgive my lumpy, misshapen interpretation of his favorite food?The moment he sees his mother in the dining room, he freezes. “Mama? What are you doing here?”Asya is completely unfazed. “I had to come see the beautiful mother of my grandchild! And give a few pointers for dinner.” She winks at me as she finishes arranging the silverware.I notice she only grabbed enough for two place settings. “Aren’t you joining us?”“Thank you, docha, but I have my own plans.” She walks over to me and kisses my cheek. “Besides, you’ll want your alone time.”For the first time since I’ve met him, Viktor looks completely bewildere
AnnaAn hour later, Asya and I are busting up laughing while I utterly fail at stuffing the dough for meaty pierogies. I’m either overfilling or rolling the dough too thin, because the membrane keeps breaking no matter how delicately I handle it.“You’re doing much better than I did when I first learned!” Asya exclaims while watching me struggle with joining the seams of my second attempt. “The trick is being able to measure a balance with your eyes. And better a thick dough than a broken one, yes?”“So what do I do with this… this… whatever the hell this is?” I laugh as I hold up my sad attempt at international cuisine.She plucks it from my hand and lays it out on the counter. “Take it apart and try again. Smaller meat, thicker dough.”“But what if it looks bad? Or it’s too small compared to the others?”“Then we eat it as a tester. Always test your cooking before serving, moya docha. Better a fat chef than a skinny husband.”I damn near choke on my own spit when she says that. Husb
AnnaAnother day, another trudge through the muck of a job I used to love. More and more, I wonder if I ever actually loved it, or if I just loved the freedom away from Collins and my parents and their never-ending attempts to control every last aspect of my life.When the day ends, my afternoon guard brings me home. I don’t bother making a fuss about who drives this time.“Hold on,” Viktor barks when we reach the penthouse door. He pulls me back and steps in front of me, drawing his gun in the same motion. I don’t know what’s got him on edge all of a sudden, but when I try to ask what’s wrong, he gestures for me to remain quiet.My heart jumps into my throat.Slowly and silently, he eases the door open and creeps inside.Someone’s in the kitchen. That must have been what alerted him: someone clanking and clinking and making all sorts of noises with our dishes. Viktor isn’t due home for at least another hour or two, and we don’t usually have an in-house guard stay behind all day.Vikt
Anna“Ma’am, please. You know I have orders.”“I know.” I take another sip from my travel mug and offer Viktor’s driver a sweet smile. “But as I’ve shared with you before, I’d rather drive myself.”Lev sighs and keeps his hand outstretched as if I’m going to give up and finally return him the car keys. “I understand, believe me. But what the boss says, goes.”“I’ll be sure to tell the boss that it’s not your fault.”Am I a shit-stirrer? Not usually. I’m more of the type to keep her head down, move in the shadows, don’t draw attention, et cetera. I don’t like causing waves.What do I like?Viktor’s reactions to my stubbornness, for one.We’ve settled into a nice, easy tempo at home that should have me feeling comfortable and relaxed. He comes home for dinner. We slide into small talk and do our best to avoid sharing details about our respective days.It’s what happens after bedtime that keeps me on edge.And it’s not his fault, necessarily.I’m the one having depraved sex dreams about












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