Mikhail PovHer breath came in ragged waves. I watched her chest rise and fall as if she had run for miles. She couldn’t keep her gaze on me and kept darting her eyes everywhere except for mine. I could feel the warmth of her body even through my suit as I hovered over her.I didn’t move, instead, I stayed close to her. Bracing myself on one arm beside her while my knee kept her pinned gently in place. My eyes trailed over her form, she trembled slightly but was not pushing me away. When I shifted she made a cute sound as my knee grazed her core.“You’re trembling,” I murmured lowly, with my lips curved slightly upwards.Her eyes locked unto my for a second, then she looked away and swallowed hard. “I… I’ve never-”“I know,” I said, the shrugged. “I can tell, and I would never take what you’re not ready to give.”Her eyes flicked back to meet mine, and the intensity there made my pulse quicken. I can still taste her when I run my tongue over my lips.I want more.God help me, I want t
Now we’ve been left alone.The music from the ongoing opera was like a low hum in the distance. Mikhail doesn’t speak right away, he simply stood there staring at the closed door. It takes him a few seconds before he finally turns fully towards me.His gaze made me look away instantly. My hands tighten around the folds of my dress until it creased.“Are you okay?” his question comes softly and unexpectedly. It was gentle, yet it cut through me like a knife. I wasn’t prepared to see him again, not here or ever.I shook my head continuously. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered.His reply was instant. “Neither should you.”That makes me turn to him at last, and his gaze soften when he saw my teary eyes. The tears clung stubbornly to my lashes and threatened to spill over. For a heartbeat neither of us made a move. The tension between us was heavy.He shifts his weight from one leg to the other. “I’ve come to take you back,” he said without hesitation. His voice was steady but there was
Mikhail stood at the far end of the buffet table, examining the large selection of food trays but the expression he wore, wasn’t someone who was there for the food.“Mikhail, this is my friend Alina.” Isabella called and he turned towards us. His gaze landed on me first and he was composed as ever.“Hello Alina,” he said. “It’s good to see you… unhurt.” His eyes swiftly raked over my form before stopping at my mine.My lips parted slightly, but I pressed them back together before I finally spoke.“Thank you.”My gaze darted away from his to the glittering display of champagne glasses. Isabella seemed to have noticed the weird tension between us but she didn’t so much as raise a brow. Instead, she smiled and reached for a chocolate covered strawberry from a golden tray.“By the way Alina, you missed quite the moment earlier,” she said with amusement in her tone. “Mikhail here gave David-” she paused, “the guy I showed up with, an unexpected little demonstration,” She sighed contentedly
Alina Pov I hate this. I hate everything about this party. I don’t know a single soul in this room, and they were all here for me, or rather, the version of me my father wanted them to see. I was still locked in my room until this morning, when the key turned the lock I thought maybe, just maybe he’d come to speak to me like a father. Instead he stood in the doorway, perfectly composed and informed me of the party as if it was a business transaction. And now here I was, standing beside him in a dress I didn’t pick to wear, wearing jewelry I don’t want, presenting myself in front of people I don’t want to see. My father turned to look at me when he mentioned my name to the audience and I forced a smile on my face. “You will be on your best behavior.” Those were his words to me before he left my room this morning, leaving no room for discussion. “Ladies and gentlemen, friends, family, and all those who’ve supported us… tonight, we raise a glass to the safe return of my daughter, Ali
Mikhail PovThe silence in the room was filled with a low hum from the coffee machine. I inhaled the bitter scent of roasted beans while I waited for the beverage. Looking out of the window, I could see the sun has already risen. We’ve been up all night trying to find her. Finally the machine made a click sound and the humming stopped. I detached the carafe and refilled my empty mug before returning back to where Trevor and John were.John lounged on a chair and lazily stretched out his hand to refresh the page again.“Still no new updates,” he scrolled a bit before turning back to his phone.Trevor leaned back in the chair opposite and sighed.“There are only two places she could be man,” he said. “Either she is back at home with her parents, or Harris got her.”I didn’t respond at first. I took a long sip before I set my mug down with a quiet thunk. I hated caffeine, it didn’t quite reach my nerves but I make it a point not to drink alcohol in my workspace so it will have to do for
Every step I took down the hall felt like descending into a deep black ocean, where its like, the deeper I went, the heavier my body became. The marble floors were perfectly polished that I could see the reflection of the chandeliers overhead, but they might as well been torches lighting up the way to my execution.When the dining room came into view, I stopped short. My parents were already seated with composure at the long rectangular table, and so was Harris. He had a wide grin on his face, smiling like he belonged here.I wanted to turn and run. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.“Alina,” my mother said as she stood up and walked my way. She swept across the room and wrapped me in a warm hug. “Oh, thank God. I was so worried.”I blinked a few times. Is this person really my mother? My mouth opened slightly but no words came.She smiled gently and ushered me to the table.“Come, sit. You need to eat.”She brought me to a chair that was directly opposite Harris. He raised his glass slightly