Chapter 1

6 Months Ago

A short-haired girl wearing a black knee-length off-shoulder dress, with her back completely visible behind the spaghetti straps, was standing near the anchor holding red wine in one hand and holding the railing with the other. Her dress was to her perfect fit defining all the curves in her body.

The evening view in the waterways of Russia connecting St. Petersburg and the capital Moscow can make anyone experience love.

"Where are you now, I can't find you around?", a voice from the earphone came to her ear.

She brought the glass near her mouth and said "I am near the anchor and waiting for him to come", there was a tiny microphone in the ring she was wearing.

"Yeah! I can see you now. Are you sure, he will come?", the man on the other side of the microphone asked her. He was watching her from inside the yacht, everyone was enjoying the party on the yacht and was completely immersed in alcohol, except the two.

"I left a message for him to come and signaled him too, let's see if he shows up"

"Do you have any other plan, rather than luring him?"

"For now, I don't have. Don't worry if he doesn't come with me then I have other ways too"

"Remember we need him alive?"

"I do", she took a sip of the wine.

Soon, a man came there with two glasses of wine in his hands, eyeing her from head to toe from behind, closely observing her every movement, as he approached her.

"Are you here alone?"

She slowly turned her face to him while sipping on the wine.

She saw a handsome man in front of her, she widened her eyes as she turned her head back.

"What happened why did you suddenly move your head away? Did you see a ghost?", the man yelled at her on the phone in a low voice.

She brought her hand near her face pretending to swipe the wine and replied on the microphone.

"A Ghost! He is Goddamn handsome. How can I seduce him, when he is tempting me by just standing here? Don't worry I will pull it on."

"Are you fine?", the man in front of her asked her with a worried expression on his face.

"Oh! I am good.", she straightened her back and corrected her composure.

"Oh! good. Would you like to have another glass? if that's okay with you.", he extended the red wine in her hand to her.

"Sure, Mr. Miller", she took the glass from his hand, intentionally touching his hand while taking the wine.

He snickered at her action.

"So, what made you call me here with that note? what do you want from me?", he asked her as he gulped some wine from his glass and turned his face to the beautiful view of the horizon.

She came near to him and stood by his side looking in the same direction as him.

"Can't you guess? What I want is simply for you to spend a night with me.", she said as she made circles on his arm with her index finger.

He jerked her hand away.

"Of course, when a woman calls for a man privately and tries to touch him closely. Moreover, ask him directly to spend a night with her. I can guess what she wants from him", he moved away from her and placed her wine on a table near to him.

"But the only thing that is not making any sense to me is why would a woman who can be a dream woman of any straight man, is asking me to spend a night with her, who is only interested in men.", he walked near to her and asked her as he crossed his hand on his chest.

Hearing all the compliments from him she was smiling eye-to-eye but suddenly the lightening of reality struck her.

"What? What did you just say? You are only interested in men.", she said with a jaw-dropping expression.

"Yes, I am gay.", he said plainly.

"But how? Currently, you have two girlfriends and five flings. How can that be true."

"How did you know, that I have flings? Who are you?", he said with a sudden change in tone and pulled out his gun from his belt, and aimed it at her.

"Tell me, nicely who are you?"

"Now, we are fu*ked up.", the man who was watching the two from afar said on the call.

She brought the ring in which the small microphone was hidden and said, "Don't worry, the situation is still under my control, be ready with a boat."

"Who are you talking to?", the man with the gun asked her with fear in his eyes.

"You know what, I like it this way.", she raised her leg and kicked on his hand. The gun got dropped from his hand.

"You!", he went toward the gun where it fell.

Before he can reach the gun she kicked the gun further away. The gun slid away and went under something from where he can't take it out.

He went to attack her, but she blocked his attack with her hands. She held him with his wrist and pulled him toward her as she kicked on her stomach. He backed away with his hands on his stomach and fell to his knees.

She again ran to her and this time kicked him in the face, now he was completely lying on the floor.

"Mr. Kirill Miller, what a fancy name. After seeing your muscle, I thought it will take a long time to beat you up, but it didn't. Luckily, I didn't have to use my hands."

She went to his and looked at his face, "It will be fun to go out on a date with you if just you are another normal businessman". She pulled out the little syringe filled with fluid which she hid somewhere in her dress and injected him with it.

"It will keep you unconscious for a long time"

"Someone is dead there on the floor.", she heard someone shouting and turned her face and saw a woman with a bodyguard. The woman saw her injecting something into the man's body and called a guard on the yacht for help.