ViktorI can't remember when last I chased after a woman.But what I do remember is, they never ran as fast as Anna. Ever.She would put most track stars to shame."Hey!" I finally catch her elbow through the double doors. "Stop. Where are you going?"She turns, flustered and out of breath. "I-I have t-to go, sorry! I have to—" Her voice dies when she tries to tear out of my grasp and her bag slips off her shoulder and upends. We both reach for it at the same time and the jostling knocks a smaller bag out of it."Here, let me get that—""No!"I bend down to pick up the baggie, intending to just give it back to her. But when I see what it's holding, I freeze.I look at it.At her.At it.At her.Say something. You need to say something.But what the fuck am I supposed to say?"Congratulations"?"Who's the father"?"Are we having a boy or girl"?Oh, fucking hell.I wave the stick. "How are you carrying this about?""Salvatore..." She looks around cautiously, trying to grab the stick fr
Viktor"I still can't believe you said that shit right in Collins Black's face," Senator Silas laughs, picking up a glass of wine from a passing waiter.The business party I'm throwing to celebrate our purchase of Belfast Pictures has already reached a crescendo, and now the atmosphere is a lot calmer, with the music slow. Guests mill about, discussing in low tones, but loud laughter.I shrug and take another sip of my lemon water, eyeing a few of them around us. "What's there to fear in Collins? He's a wimp. A big wimp."Senator Silas chuckles. He's a decent man of about forty-six. Tall, blond, and weirdly attractive. "Heard he's getting married to Lady Lynch. I would never have guessed they had something going on. I'll never understand what Diana sees in him. He's not even that successful anymore.""Wasn't his last hit movie The Storm? Wasn't that half a decade ago?"Silas chuckles. "He really should retire. Talentless freak.""I know, right?" I say without mirth.I know I should be
Anna"It's really been four months since you last saw him?" Blair asks from where she sits on the vanity dresser, a thick comb running through her hair. "And he has your number, yet hasn't called or texted back?"I bite my bottom lip, a familiar feeling of hurt which I've been accustomed ever since that night that changed my life months ago. "No," I shake my head , shoulders sagging. "Not one text. Not one call.""Bastard."I can't recount how many times Blair and I have gone over this same conversation. It's like a daily routine for us. A sacred moment, one I am beginning to dread. Because it only reemphasizes what I've been trying to run away from since that night. That it is only a matter of time before Salvatore is reduced to a figment of my imagination."Can you blame him? I'm clearly too much to handle."Blair turns to me with a death glare. "Never say that again. You're perfect.""So why don't they stay?""I don't know, but there's nothing wrong with you, babe. Don't let these
ViktorI made the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to kiss a stranger.Hear me out: I was only doing her a favor. I also didn't think I'd like her later on, nor be attracted to her at all. Everything just happened in a blur, and it shouldn't.It shouldn't have.Because presently, as Anna laughs, her eyes glued to her phone screen , watching an Instagram reel, I find myself lost in her. My eyes lingering on her eyes, her face, her luscious lips, my boner growing turgid in my pants. The hours tick by slow, but steadily.Dangerously."So, Anna, tell me more about El Diablo Me Quiere. How it all come about, who got inspired to put out such a fantastic movie, everything. I'm eager to hear all about it."I'm eager to put a stop to the way watching her has me burning up, and I figure a small conversation might help.Anna snorts. "Hermes didn't believe so much in it when I first pitched the idea. I remember him calling it corny, or something. It took me pleading with Jeremiah to help sp
Anna"It's really been four months since you last saw him?" Blair asks from where she sits on the vanity dresser, a thick comb running through her hair. "And he has your number, yet hasn't called or texted back?"I bite my bottom lip, a familiar feeling of hurt which I've been accustomed ever since that night that changed my life months ago. "No," I shake my head , shoulders sagging. "Not one text. Not one call.""Bastard."I can't recount how many times Blair and I have gone over this same conversation. It's like a daily routine for us. A sacred moment, one I am beginning to dread. Because it only reemphasizes what I've been trying to run away from since that night. That it is only a matter of time before Salvatore is reduced to a figment of my imagination."Can you blame him? I'm clearly too much to handle."Blair turns to me with a death glare. "Never say that again. You're perfect.""So why don't they stay?""I don't know, but there's nothing wrong with you, babe. Don't let these
AnnaSalvatore's words are like lightning to my soul, and he smells incredible. Like leather and wood and sex. It's intoxicating, paired with the sound of his deep voice."Nothing matters anymore," he continues. "Nothing does. Nothing but you and me. Right here. Right now. So..." His thumb rubs my bottom lip. "What's it going to be, moya plamya?"My head is telling me to get up and run. I don't even know his real name. I don't know what he's come searching for here. It can't be me. We only just met today.But my heart...my stupid heart wants nothing than to let him devour me.Our lips collide. Salvatore's chest rumbles with a pleased growl. I start popping buttons open, eager to feel his bare skin beneath my fingers. He's a literal wall of muscle and heat and I sense his heart racing underneath my palm.I want to taste him.Every. Last. Inch. Of. Him.His hands envelop me as he caresses my body, so far up beneath my dress I have half a mind to rip the damn thing off. I feel his finger