LOGINKyra Hopkins doesn’t believe in marriage and long term relationships. She co-manages her dream job with her two best friends Lily and Bipasha. With the two worried about her no-dating state, they hit a club with plans to GET KYRA LAID. In a White tiny dress they leave her in a bar nurturing a glass of water and pondering what exactly her newest client’s birthday party theme should be. Horses or cars. That’s what she voices out to the sinfully hot man who took the seat beside hers. And he’s got Kyra’s feet feeling like they were lit on fire. Worst of all, she got what it meant to have butterflies flutter in your stomach walls. Best of all, the man knows what she wants and he wants it too and more. Kyra got in for the ride of her life, planned for a weekend because remember? Kyra doesn’t do long term. But then, neither is Nicholai Damien Ivanov or Sin as he’s more popularly known as into long term relationships. One night stands or at a stretch a weekend fling. Why does the angel in white getting stuck in his head and refusing to leave? Why couldn’t his PI track her from the little information she dropped about herself. The questions haunted his nights and refused to leave until he caught sight of his Angel in a black dress on another man’s arm, then his sister hugged her referring to her as Kyra while his Angel introduced herself to him as April. Sin got his answer and meant to show her how much they weren’t over yet. In fact they hadn’t even begun. It was just the beginning of Nicholai Ivanov’s obsession with his one-night stand.
View MoreKyra. After Sin, or the Nicholai Ivanov left I tried to calm my racing heart, it was beating erratically. It was obvious that he was a man to be reckoned with when we met but I had no idea I would find myself in his lair after the length I went to, to see that our weekend fling stayed as what it was, as a weekend thing. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that made me believe it wasn’t the last I was seeing of him tonight. Maybe that was why I felt his eyes on me even after he left. But, I didn’t let that stop me from enjoying myself. Logan left me a few minutes ago to catch up with my friends after he introduced me to his. Right now Bipasha and Lily were telling me about what made them late bla bla bla. “Don’t look behind you but Logan can’t keep his eyes off you, don’t mess this up this time, please.” Bipasha pleaded looking pleased at herself for being the one who linked us up. If only you knew how messed up it could get. “You can look now,” Lily advised with a chuckle, s
SINI twirled the stem of my glass once, tossed the contents down my throat in one gulp and dropped it at the nearest waiter’s serving tray. My sole intent was to be introduced to the woman who flipped my world upside down. I evaded anyone who looked like they wanted to approach me by steering clear of their way. With soundless steps I approached the couple and my sister who were obviously having a casual chat from behind. That dress. The champagne gold dress with all its charm was flashing through my eyes and making it hard for me to fight the scowl that was beginning to surface at the sight of the arm that was curved around her lower back as though it belonged there. My gaze lingered for a moment before I cleared my throat and let my presence be known. Ana’s eyes lit up and with a broad grin she hooked her hand in my elbow, urged the couple before her to turn around and when they did the expression on April’s face was priceless. She didn’t see this pleasant surprise coming. H
Kyra’s P O V. Bipasha’s friend, who was also my date for the gala, Logan Miles, came to pick me up looking good in a black suit, his warm smile made me for a second wish I hadn’t met Sin, maybe I would’ve tried giving him a go at dating me. The keyword being tried. I got into his white BMW feeling nervous for God knows what reason. “You’re alright?” He asked, looking concerned when I stared at my fingers for too long. I released a deep breath I had no idea I was holding, “I’m alright. Thanks, sorry I zoned out. I don’t make a habit of that, I’m just feeling nervous about the gala.” He doesn’t need to know I’d very much prefer to be in the presence of kids all day than spend the night making small talk and being in the company of adults. It gulps my energy down always. “Hey,” he turned to me, yet to start the car and took my hand in his, I let him. When I didn’t flinch or withdraw mine from his he squeezed my fingers in reassurance, “everything’s going to be okay.” A dimple dipped
Kyra. The week of Nicholas’s birthday could be rated at the top of the most hectic days of my life. Coming up with a plan and visualizing the whole event wasn’t hard per se, the real work was the implementation. Lily was busy with two weddings and Bipasha was out of town and I have no assistant.This I put at the very top of my to-get list. I need an assistant and I need one fast. Anastasia was ecstatic about what I was able to come up with and Nicholas? Well that boy fell in love with me when he saw the ranch themed party with kids cars available. Apparently Ana has a sibling who sent down his love for horses on Nicholas and so we got the ponies we used from his ranch. Thank God for rich people. After the birthday party I took a two-day break from the whole world. Today being the fourth day after the party I had lunch with a woman who wanted to surprise her husband on their fifteenth anniversary. Ya hear that? They’ve been together since high school. I kept my thoughts to myself b
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