LOGINShe froze on impact, her hands frozen mid-air, her brain went numb, even the air froze. Everything stopped moving, even time seemed to have stopped.He shifted his weight and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deeper penetration.Her instinct screamed at her to stop him, to push him away, to remind him of the boundaries he wanted. But her hands moved while she was still thinking of her next action, landing on his chest.Before her brain could give permission, she found herself kissing him back.One of his hands held the back of her neck, holding her head in place, the other hand found her waist, grabbing it a little too tight.They continued to explore each other's month, not hungrily, but with all the care and gentleness in the world.Slowly, he let his hand on her waist slip further, lingering on her ass cheek, then down to her bare thighs. He dug his fingers slightly into her thigh before moving his hand back to her ass cheek, not breaking the kiss.As soon as his h
As soon as their lips met, they froze, Ivan's hands instinctively went to her waist, holding her.Valeria's eyes widened with both shock and surprise.Shocked that this even happened in the first place, and surprised that he didn't push her away.She pushed herself out of his grip, staggering back.“I….I'm sorry sir, I'm very sorry,” she went on.Ivan didn't utter a word, he just stood there watching her with an unsettling calmness while she was falling apart.Valeria dropped her gaze but never stopped apologizing.“I should have been careful," she continued. “I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional." He still didn't say a word, but she could feel his eyes on her. She couldn't tell if he was angry or too shocked to speak. Slowly, she began to lift her head, then finally she met his gaze.He scoffed slightly, and gestured to the door with his head. “The gift." Valeria blinked rapidly, surprised at his calm reaction. This was someone who was trying so hard to set boundaries, someone who had
As soon as he hit the send button, Valeria shifted in her bed. He immediately ended the call and moved toward her.Hovering over her, he finally let his hand cup her face.“I'm only doing this because I'm worried," he told himself.She moved her head slightly, then slowly began to open her eyes.Her vision was blurry at first, but soon it cleared and steadied on him.“Hey," he whispered. “You're awake." Her eyes suddenly opened wide.“Mr Crest?" He nodded. “Doctor said you'll—" She didn't let him finish when she sat up quickly on the bed.“Take it easy Mrs Ravelle, you don't —" “I'm very sorry sir," she apologized, already getting down from the bed. “I’m okay to go now." Ivan watched her, confused.“You can't leave just yet." She shook her head.“I'm fine, we need to get back to work." “There is no work," he said.She paused briefly. “But…I—”"I finished the work before coming here,” he lied."You did what?” She asked, her voice low but apologetic. " I'm very sorry I let you—”
After hours of waiting, the doctor finally came out.“You can go in and see her now," he told Ivan.It took everything in Ivan to prevent himself from shoving the doctor, and dashing into her room.When he stepped into the room, his gaze immediately fell on her unconscious form, then slowly he strode toward her bed.Ivan remained by her bedside, his gaze fixed on her unconscious form, the steady beep of the monitor and the soft hiss of the oxygen filled the silence of the room, but he barely noticed. All he could see was her. For the first time, he truly looked at her, not as his assistant, not as Mrs. Ravelle, but as the woman lying fragile before him.Her face was pale under the hospital light, it held a delicate beauty that had always been hidden behind composure and work. Her long lashes rested lightly on her cheeks, soft and curved, her lips slightly parted as she breathed. Even in sleep, even in weakness, she had a beauty that drew his attention in a way no woman ever had. He
Ivan looked up from his file and froze, a page slipped off his finger tips. For a second, it looked like he was waiting for her to move.To push herself up like she always did, but she didn’t.“Sofia,” he called quietly, dropping the file on the table. “Get up.”She didn't move.“If this is a prank," he continued, striding towards her slowly. “It's going to earn you a suspension." When she still did not move, that was when he knew she wasn't joking around.In three steps he crossed the room and stopped beside her and looked down.She was completely still, not the kind of stillness that came with rest.This was different.He crouched, his hand reached out and tapped her shoulder once.“Mrs Ravelle." She still did not move, not a bit.His fingers moved to her wrist, he felt her pulse and discovered it was weak. Too weak.His expression did not change much, but panic blazed in his eyes.He straightened immediately.“Hannah,” he called out, his deep voice echoed through the silence of t
As soon as she hit the floor, he looked down at her with an unreadable expression, his gaze lingering over her very briefly.Then he walked past her without an apology, like nothing had happened.“Watch where you're going," he said over his shoulder." I'm sorry, sir,” she responded quickly, scrambling to her feet as she gathered her scattered bag.He did not respond.Her fingers tightened slightly around her bag before she forced herself to breathe.She kept telling herself that it was fine, that everything was fine, that was what she had decided.She straightened, adjusted her grip on her bag and headed to the small storage room to get her belongings.Most of the staff had already left, and the whole building felt strange and too quiet after such a tense dayShe retrieved her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and walked out of the building.Upon reaching the exit of the premises, she heard a voice.“Sofia." She froze, blinked severally, like her brain was trying to process something
Valeria stood in front of the mirror, wearing a deep wine-red satin gown that hugged her figure. tight. The neckline dipped, revealing her cleavage. The fabric caught the light with every step.Her blonde hair was styled in sleek, side-parted waves that flowed over one shoulder, finished with a del
Valeria trembled and bolted upstairs.Ivan stood by the dinning, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.His hands were folded into a fist.“Come on, Ivan. You have to calm down." "No…no,” he staggered back, his hands searching for the table for support. "She…she has to go,” he fired, his whole
Valeria froze at the impact, her heartbeat raced violently in her chest.Ivan held her so tight it almost knocked the air out of her lungs, but she didn't move, she kept her hands in the air.He was trembling and breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling on Valeria's.His grip around her tigh
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.“Everybody, down," a man covered in tattoos yelled, holding up a gun.A robber.Everybody ducked under the nearest cover, children screamed and hugged their mother tightly, mothers screamed as they scooped their children to safety. Valeria froze, she could feel the ha







