LOGINMindy
For the last thirty minutes, I've been sitting in my car in the parking lot of Global Media.
I struggle to find the motivation to put the key in the ignition and start my car. Instead, I lean back and allow the tears to flow, letting out the emotions that have been weighing down on me. Breathe in, breathe out. And again. Inhale, exhale. But despite my best effor
Mindy"Why are you doing this?" I ask him.I'm lounging on the plush leather seat with my eyes closed, my heart still racing from the adrenaline rush earlier. The scent of cedarwood from Maron fills my nostrils, creating a strange combination of sensations."Doing what?" he asks.Is he playing dumb?My eyes flutter open and I turn to face him, taking in his defined jawline covered in rugged stubble. His posture is confident and commanding, oozing raw masculinity. Goddammit, this man must be the hottest creature on earth.And he's gazing directly at me."Doing what? Well, let me think. First, you scare the shit out of me by practically kidnapping me in the dead of night, then suddenly, you're all kind and caring, taking me to the hospital to see my mother.”
MindyMaron didn’t show up at New York High tonight.I'm standing on the stage, and I can't shake off this feeling of disappointment. Scratch that, it's more than just a feeling – it's a desire to sing to him and only to him. There is something incredibly hot about standing on stage with him watching me. The mere thought of it makes me feel that familiar tingling down below.Cut it out, Mindy, this is not the time!As the final notes of my last song fade away, the bar erupts into a smattering of drunken applause and wolf whistles. Shouts and slurred words fill the air, and the audience's intoxicated enthusiasm is on full display."Encore, encore!" one guy yells, raising his beer bottle in the air."Sing us another one, gorgeous!" another calls out, his words slightly muffled by the din of the crowd."You've got the voice of an angel, babe!" a third chimes in, his eyes glazed over by a mix of alcohol and admiration.
MindyI'm lying on the bed my head spinning.This morning, I sealed my fate. The contract Maron Korolev gave me lies in the glove compartment of my car; signed.It wasn't an impulsive decision. I had been mulling it over for the last few days and always came to the same conclusion: it’s the only way. The only way to save my family. Even if it means sacrificing myself and my dignity.So, I took a deep breath and put my name on the dotted line.Then, I hid the blue folder in my car's glove compartment till I can give it to Maron. I should feel happy, right? Like I just secured my future. But instead, I can't shake off this feeling of unease. Have I just sold my soul to the devil? Is this really my only chance to fix things and escape the guilt I’ve been carrying for years? And did I just willingly make myself Maron Korolev's sugar baby?I shut my eyes, attempting to slow my breathing. It's pointless. My thoughts continue to spin, l
Maron"Boss, you’re not going to believe this! The latest Tramoxine trials are off the charts." Igor, my head chemist, is practically bouncing with excitement at the other end of the telephone line.Igor is probably the most enthusiastic guy I know. He's been in the chemistry game for decades, but he still acts like a kid with his first matchbox set whenever he sees results from his research. He also seems to have the urge to share them with me immediately, which suits me. Especially with a project as important as Tramoxine.My ears perk up. "What are the numbers?""We're seeing a whopping 92% success rate in treating PTSD," Igor explains. "And that's not all - it's also proving to be a game changer for depression and anxiety disorders.""Otlichnaya rabota, Igor. That's very good," I say, allowing myself a small grin. "Any side effects?""We’re still looking into it, but nothing major so far," Igor reassures me.
MindyHis lips crash onto mine, urgent and demanding.His tongue ravages my mouth with an intensity that sets me ablaze, leaving no room for thought or resistance. Not that I want to resist. Not anymore. Despite my common sense screaming at me to run, my body decided that I want him. The way his lips mold against mine, claiming yet tender, fierce, and fully present, makes me feel like the only woman worth kissing in this entire world.I kiss him back with equal fire, consumed by the moment and unconcerned with any of the possible consequences. Our tongues entwine in a perfect dance until he grabs my hips and pulls me closer, his grip strong and possessive.What the fuck are you doing, Mindy?Maybe I'm making a terrible mistake. Maybe this is all wrong. Either way, I can’t force myself to push him away. I want him. I’ve been wanting him too much, for too long.As our kiss intensifies, the tension between us builds like waves colliding into each other with raw power. Our tongues explore
MindyThis must be it.The address Kevin had texted me turns out to be a discreet entrance to a private club. It's located on the top floor of one of the city's tallest, most luxurious buildings. As I step out of the sleek elevator, I feel my heels sink into the plush crimson carpet. As I walk along the long corridor and look around, I can tell that the place oozes wealth and elegance.I quickly pull out my phone to double-check the name of the lounge I'm supposed to meet Kevin at. It's called Diamond Terrace. After wandering around for what feels like an eternity, I finally spot the sign. As I step inside, I immediately see Kevin waiting for me with a smile on his face."Well, hello there, gorgeous," he says, giving me a once-over. "You look absolutely stunning, as always." He motions for me to come closer and leads the way. "Righ







