Standing before the dresser, Mishka was trying to attach the hooks of her black shimmery blouse for the nth time and groaned in frustration. She called Agatha to help her when Christian walked into the room unannounced. “Ah… Agatha, finally you’re here! Can you please fix this for me?” Mishka left her blouse open. Christian’s breath got hitched, the fantastic view rendered him speechless, and it made him forget his anger momentarily. When Agatha didn’t come forward to help or answer her, Mishka looked up in the mirror, and horror washed over her, witnessing Christian behind at the door in a crisp blue suit with a white shirt underneath. She screamed loudly covering herself with a bathrobe turned to him, “Can’t you knock before coming inside, Christian Knight?” She gritted her teeth. “Right, I’m sorry!” Christian gulped, looking away. “You should’ve locked the door! Anyone could just walk in!” He glared at her and turned to leave. “This is my house! I can do whatever I want.” Mishk
It was already late afternoon when Jennifer woke up, and because of heavy drinking last night, she was experiencing throbbing pain in her head. She sat on her bed and dialled the intercom to call a servant, but no one picked up her call in the kitchen. She held her head in her hand, groaning in pain, and a few minutes later, stepped out of her room. She turned to the staircase when she bumped into Vera’s nurse and the medicines slipped from her hand. “What the hell are you doing, woman? Can’t you see?” Jennifer shouted at the old nurse, and the latter lowered her head, apologising to her. “By the way, what are you doing here? You should be in the west wing?” Jennifer asked, raising an eyebrow. “Mrs Knight is shifted to the main mansion.” The nurse answered meekly. “What? When? Where?” Jennifer shrieked loudly. “This morning, on this floor and in that room.” The nurse pointed at Mishka’s old room. “Who has given you the instruction to shift her?” Jennifer asked in a deep, cunning
Following instructions from Rose, nearly two hours later, Mishka was walking on the ramp like a supermodel, and Tommy, leaning at the pillar behind the stage, was watching her with his keen eyes. He was sure that he has seen more gorgeous women in the industry he works in, but he found this new model different, her sexy dimpled smile when she tripped a few times because of high heels, her long dark brown wavy hair, her big brown eyes, the way she was carrying herself, everything attracted him, and he felt a sudden urge to possess her body. “Tommy, over here! Let’s do the rehearsals and then get ready for the show.” Rose waved at Tommy, and he walked in their direction, maintaining his stare at Mishka. Mishka and Tommy walked back to their initial position and walked together on the ramp, Tommy slipped his hand in Mishka’s waist as they reached the bottom. Mishka flashed her gorgeous smile, looking straight into the cameras. But she felt him making a circle on her back. Her eyes snap
“Look at me!” Christian lifted her chin with his index finger, and Mishka looked up into his eyes. “Aunt Rose is going to donate all the money to orphans. I’ve to make this successful. Not for anyone, but for those kids, it’s important!” She said, her lips trembling. Christian made her sit in the chair. “I don’t think it’s a good idea!” He handed her a glass of water and she took a small sip. “And now that you own fifty-one per cent shares at Knight, you can donate as much as you want. Let’s go home!” “That’s not my money. I can’t use it.” Mishka shook her head and before Christian could say anything further, his phone started ringing in his trouser and Leo’s name flashed on the screen. “It’s grandpa,” Christian said. Mishka looked up at him. “Don’t tell anything to him, please.” She whispered, and Christian nodded, taking the call. “Where is Mishka? Did you find her? Is she alright?” Leo bombarded Christian with questions. “She is fine, grandpa. Nothing to worry about. She got
Mishka glanced on her right and was stunned to find Christian in a dashing blue suit with a white silk shirt underneath. Christian glanced at Mishka with a mischievous smile and winked at her, leaning into her. “Focus on the show, not on me!” He said in his deep voice and Mishka blinked her eyes with a smile that was finally reaching her eyes. They both turned their head to the cameras and gave their best shots. It was a majestic sight to behold. London’s most trending couple were setting the ramp on fire with their sizzling appearances, and the crowd was going gaga over them. The crowd cheered for them as the show ended. Lia was utterly shocked and fumed in anger, looking at the power couple. In the past, she asked Christian a few times to do some modelling assignment with her, but he bluntly refused, and now he was on the ramp, holding his wife possessively. Lia left the auditorium throwing daggers in their direction, while Jake suppressed his pent-up frustration staring at them.
As soon as her eyes met with Christian, he raised his hands up in defence. “I didn’t do anything this time, you are on me!” He said with an amused face and Mishka creased her forehead, her eyes travelled to her hand which was wrapped intimately around his abs. Mishka widened her eyes and looked back at Christian. Her head was on his bare chest. She quickly tried to sit, and in the process, she hit him in the crotch with her knee. “Oww… ouch!! Are you mad?” Christian yelped in pain, holding his crotch and Mishka covered her mouth. “I-I am so s-sorry! Let me check.” Mishka was truly apologetic, and she tried Christian’s hand from his crotch to check him, but her eyes widened. “How can I touch him there?” She thought. Her hands stopped. “What? Check me, come on!” Christian raised an eyebrow, and Mishka left the bed, throwing a cushion at his face. “Go to hell!” She said and sprinted to the bathroom while Christian laughed loudly, throwing his head back at the headrest. Mishka’s hear
Christian’s eyes snapped back at Maya when her words clearly registered in his mind and Danny’s face lost all colours. “Are we talking about Lia Smith?” He asked cocking his eyebrow, while Maya was busy sipping her espresso. “Yes, who else? We were about to shoot together for Star Magazine’s upcoming edition, but she backed out at the last moment and breached the contract.” Maya looked up at Christian and answered. “Why did she back out?” Christian asked. “It’s obvious, dude, she wanted to spend some quality time alone with Tommy in Miami,” Maya said, rolling her eyes. “She even paid a penalty to Star Magazine. Can you believe that?” “Might be she is just a friend of Tommy. They belong to the same industry.” Danny said, sensing Christian’s emanating rage, and he feared him bursting on Maya. “No, Danny, trust me! She is dating Tommy.” Maya said again in a confident tone, and Christian stood up abruptly. “Let me check why Mishka is taking so much time?” Christian said calmly with a
“Prostitute?” Christian widened his eyes, and Mishka misunderstood his reaction. “What happened? You despise me now?” She asked, and Christian composed himself. “No... no.. you’re taking me wrong! It’s hard to imagine that you’ve been through so much at such a young age. I wasn’t giving you a dirty look. I am shocked, honestly!” Christian clarified. Mishka nodded her head, “But my mother was not a product of prostitution.” She said and looked at the sun while Christian stared at her calm and composed demeanour. “A few years back, I asked the caretaker of the orphanage about my maternal grandmother and she told my grandfather was a drunkard, with no job to afford two meals a day and when he found my grandmother is pregnant with a girl child, he beat her mercilessly and then sold her to the brothel.” Mishka pursed her lips. “This broke my grandmother completely. She tried to run from the brothel several times, but her every attempt failed.” Christian exhaled deeply, listening to her