“Which you would never give him, right?”At that moment, I got a text chime from a strange number: waiting“Danielle, we talked about this! There are boundaries.” I cried “We did talk about your number, about changing it. I held out for longer than even I would’ve expected, but when Lucious told me Roman offered ten thousand, I caved. We’re to split half. There’s twenty-five hundred for you at the agency.” More money? “By the way, Anthony thinks your vagina is full of rainbows—and dollar signs. Aside from the Russian, you’ve gotten requests online from different men! He wants your ‘ pussy magic’ working on other clients.” she said with a simple directness.I didn’t have pussy magic. Roman simply wants his money back, or his clip. Or he planned to punish me for stealing from him. Maybe with a crop? “What else did you tell Lucious about me?” I asked in a small panicky voice “Nothing else. Mainly because I know so little. Other than the fact that you scrub toilets for a living—which m
So as the cab halted in front of Hotel Furtan and I highlighted praying to who so ever was listening that nothing should go wrong tonight. At the door to Roman’s suite, I removed the long lightweight jacket I’d worn to conceal my racy dress. He’d said sexy, so I’d gone to Danielle’s, to get a new dress because I wasn't spending money on a new one for a man, uncaring if I was fifteen more minutes late. She’d brought out the tiniest dress I’d ever seen, gifting it to me because, as she’d put it: “My breasts are too big to wear this since I got enhanced.” The Red-colored dress was short and backless. Two narrow bands of silk made a halter to cover my tits—somewhat. Side-boob much . The “skirt” was about eight inches long and displayed a bit of my ass, but the dress had some slinky strands, making for a peekaboo situation whenever I took a step. A gold cuff on my upper arm that look like I was a queen or something, beautiful earrings, and fuck-me stilettos rounded out the ensemble.
In the elevator, his height and raw energy took over the space. He trailed the backs of his fingers up my spine, making me shiver again, I shouldn't have worn a backless dress but I like his hands on me. “So sensitive.”Downstairs, as we headed to the outside restaurant, he kept a steady hand on my back. Taller than all the other men, he walked with his chin up and his shoulders squared—utterly arrogant. Which I kind of enjoyed, when it wasn’t meant for me.The Furtan’s outdoor area was breathtaking, with giant palm trees, multiple small pools, and a luxury seating area nestled in romantic spaces with cool lighting and all. He separated me away from others, closer to the ocean. Though two sofas wrapped around the candlelit table, we sat on the same one.Our server—Kim—was a tall blonde with a striking face. I was expecting Roman to look over at her based on the fact that she was his type, but he was very attentive to me. He selected a white wine, a specific wine that must be expens
“If you must know, seeing me dive naked would’ve been life-changing for you.” “Would it, then?” His blue eyes grew lively. His charisma was off—the fucking—charts. “Continue.” “We would’ve had sex again. In the water. Then, after more drinks, I would’ve ridden you on a lounge chair until your eyes rolled back in your head.” He groaned low. “How long have you been doing this?” “Would you believe me if I told you that you were my first client?” “Nyet (No).” “Wow. Don’t even want to think about your answer?” “I bought an escort for a date and purchased her private line for ten thousand dollars. Before that, I downloaded her goddamned picture to my phone. If I’m to be brought this low, it shouldn’t be at the hands of a rank novice.” My curiosity passed. “Is there a compliment in there?” Had he truly downloaded my picture? “You fuck too well to be anything but a pro.” “Thanks?” Maybe he liked the idea of me being a professional. If I convinced him I wasn’t, maybe the thr
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to be hit with a crop.” “There’s more to it than that,” he said. “Whipping a woman is not a favorite aspect of mine.” “Then why was a crop part of your script?” Maybe because it limited touch even more? “If you’ve never tried any of it, then how do you know you won’t like it?” He’d deflected my question. Because of my weakness at lying, I dodged and deflected, and I was good at similar tactics in others. “I liked Monday night,” I told him, dodging his own question. “I liked how the weight of your body pressed down on mine, and our skin touched all over, and I could feel your big muscles flexing.” I leaned in, wanting closer to the heat emanating from him. At his ear, I murmured, “When your chest rubbed over my nipples while your cock plunged, I came until my vision blurred.” He inhaled sharply. “We should return. Now.” “We’ll ditch—” “Here we are!” Kim said, tray in hand. She was probably puzzled when we both scowled at her. My scowl
He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we
In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi
“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I
We walk out to the front of the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Petrov,” Zoran says, holding the back door open. Roman takes my hand to help me in.“Hello, Zoran.” I smile as I get into the back seat, and Roman gets in behind me. The door closes, and we sit in silence throughout the drive.I get vivid recollections of how much Roman Petrov could infuriate me back in the day. Nobody could wind me up like him.Nothing’s changed.Calm, calm, keep fucking calm.The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world.“Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray.“What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?”His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”I glare at him, our eyes locked. “Please, don’t act happy on my behalf.”“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted happy now, would it?”Adrenaline begins t
ANA I sit in the cafe waiting for Callie.I keep going over what Roman said to me before he left. You made me do it alone.I hate that he sees it like that.He had an issue and I locked him out and made him face the problem alone. But our sex life was never the problem.But I did make him feel like the problem was only his?Then, being the stubborn woman that I am, I got so resentful that I locked him out of our room in return?Both of us not speaking and sleeping in separate beds. I exhale heavily. Well, I’m too angry at his stage to even think about it anymore. I’m not letting him turn this around on me.I haven’t done anything wrong.I never once said that I was blaming him for this.I only think that he should have told me the facts at the time in which they happened. And how dare he say that I’m making him face this alone when it was his choice not to tell me about it or involve me in the first place? He chose to do this alone, not the other way around.Seriously, is ope
ANAMy stomach rolls.It makes me feel sick.I think for a moment.I'm still waiting for her to threaten us with a child.It's just been a few months since we saw her.She could be one of those women who don't show a bump in the early stages of pregnancy.Or the child could be for Vladamir.I just need it to be Vladamir's child.But Rome won't abandon his nephew either nor would I want him to.Can a DNA paternity test be taken while pregnant or do you have to wait for the baby to be born?Hmm. I grab my phone and type into Google:Can a paternity test be taken while still pregnant?DNA testing can be completed as early as 9 weeks along. Technological advancements mean there's little risk to mom or baby. If establishing paternity is something that you need to do, non-invasive prenatal paternity test is a blood test that analyzes fetal DNA found in a pregnant woman's blood during the first trimester.Shit, it’s just a blood test. That should be easy enough.I type into Google:Can a pre
ANAThe car pulls into the garage around 7:00 p.m.Roman hasn’t called me once today. That’s a first. I know he’s probably busy being pulled from point to point, but with everything that’s going on, I would have thought.I made dinner and had a glass of wine.I feel unusually nervous to see him.My heart beats as loud as it can when Roman comes into my line of sight.“Hello.” I smile.“Hi, Moya Roza.” He bends and kisses me, and then pulls immediately out of my arms.Oh.He sits on the chair and rests his elbows on his thighs. His head hanging low, and he looks at the floor, he looks exhausted.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch him. Something’s up.“I called her,” he says quietly.I frown. “Who?”“On the night I was drugged, my call log shows that I made an eight-minute call to Gloria’s number,” he says softly.Emotion rushes through me.His eyes rise to meet mine. “And there were other things, I saw when I woke up.”My heartbeat pumps loudly in my ears. “
ANA“Good morning love.” I smile at him.He walks over and hugs me so tightly.it's a wonder I didn't break anything.He kisses me so nicely, his lips hovering over mine.He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? With no one ready to hash out our feelings.Both of us are unsure what’s going to happen with Gloria, the loose cannon still on the run. We are both on pins and needles.I want to fight and yell and cry like a child at him for getting us into this position with her.But then I remember that he was only trying to protect me, and my past is just as sordid as his.He went to that club… but I worked there.And nobody else besides the two of us would ever believe that he was my first client. My only client.He has the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m not adding to his stress levels, no matter how selfish I want to be and put the blame on him, because he's the cause of this problem.I know I can’t.“I made you a coffee,” I say nervously.“Thanks.” He rol
ANA The police were here for hours going through everything. A warrant has been put out on her. The questioning was in depth, and I imagine it was very stressful for Roman. Then the public relations team arrived, and the house was full of people who worked for Roman. They organized the statement that was to be released to the press. While Dolores ran around handing out refreshments to them I just watched from the stairs trying to process my hurt. It was a whirlwind of activity down there, and I should have perhaps been involved. After all, I was the person who solved half the case. But I couldn’t. I stayed upstairs and cried like a baby to Callie on the phone, she wants to come over to be with me but I rather be alone I just needed someone to talk to for a moment. I feel so alone and compelled to stay out of sight tonight. I didn’t want to see anyone. And perhaps, if I’m being completely honest about the whole drama. I’m embarrassed that my husband is being accused
ROMAN “To the house.” I tell Dimitri while looking at Ana beside me.“Yes, sir.” The car pulls out of the garage, and I reach over and to take Ana’s hand but she flicks me away. My heart drops.She’s furious.Who could blame her?What Gloria saidOh no, my stomach rolls.I feel sick.I can't even remember if that ever happened, but she's delusional who knows what she would come up with but for the fact, she has already gotten Ana to believe her lies.The car weaves through the heavy London traffic. My mind goes back to that morning in the hotel in Russia when I woke with no memory.I see the silver wine chiller and the two crystal glasses.I remember the scent of perfume on my sheets. At the time, I was terrified, but then as soon as Dimitri said he walked me back to my room, I dismissed my fears. I put it down to two glasses being delivered as standard practice. I'm pretty sure it wasn't used and the scent on the sheets was a strong washing powder, but now…Why didn’t I get d
“Give me the money and get out,”Gloria screeches.“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snapped at her. I glared at Roman, angry he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, and he rolled his lips.“She’s got a video of us at the Auction house that night.” Roman replies frustrated.“Ha liess.” I huff out looking at Gloria's sneering face.“She hasn’t got shit.”“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out, I'm talking to him, you whore.” She tries to snatch the bag of money from him.“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell out to Roman.“She’s lying.”“How do you know?”“Because I have the footage,” I snap at him as his head whips towards me.“I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming bitch, fucking hell.”Roman and Gloria’s eyes widen.“You hacked the system?” Roman whispers, shocked.“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is co
ROMAN “Keep your voice down.”I look around feeling stressed.“What the fuck?” Sergei whispers.“How did she get it?”“Their systems got hacked twice and they didn't think to alert past clients. Can you imagine the fucking headline? The Minister and the prostitute who is now his wife.”Sasha’s and Sergei’s eyes widen in horror.If my files have been hacked, hell, we’re all fucked.“fuck, what are you going to do? I can hire someone to off the bitch” Sergei asks.“Second,I say we kill this bitch.” Sasha punches his fist. “For real this time.”“Will you be fucking serious for one minute? You think Gloria doesn't have a contingency plan, maybe the minute we kill her there is some sort of mail that will be sent to the press.” I hiss.“Who says I'm not serious?” He huffs in anger.“I think I’m going to pay the money.”“What?”“Have you got a better idea?” I whisper. “I won’t have my wife dragged through the fucking press and internet.”“Fucking hell,” Sasha mutters.“How does this