บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Duty : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It’s cool and dark outside as I drive, dark clouds hovering over the plains,I listen to the gentle taps of the raindrops as they hit my windshield. I make a turn into the LA Vie restaurant parking lot. I notice it's packed with many cars as I desperately search for a parking space. The rain drops start to get heavy. After what feels like forever I finally find a spot up ahead. Relieved, I drive towards it, it's short lived as a car speeds past me and snatches it. I hoot then step out of my car, too angry to pay any attention to the heavy downpour weighing on my body. I stand in front of my car, arms crossed, words at the tip of my tongue ready to shoot ammunition. A man steps out of the car, he walks up to me. He slowly scans the area before his gaze lands on me. He takes slow confident strides towards me until he is a few feet away, he's tall enough to make me crane my neck to meet his gaze. The rain gets heavier, clouding my vision making it difficult to maintain eye contact with h

My nose is immediately hit by his scent,I greedily take it in, inhaling and exhaling more times than necessary, I feel the warmth of his gaze warming my body instantly. The room suddenly feels so hot, my gaze falls on the cool glass of water sitting a few feet from me. Maybe it will cool the warm waves moving through my body. Before I can reach for it, it's already in front of me,with strong large fingers wrapped around it making it seem like a toddlers cup. Not lifting my eyes from the glass I grab it, my fingers brush against his in the process sending chills through my body. Maybe it's the morphine being pumped into my veins because my body is reacting in an odd way. I drink the water in one swig, my body feeling no effect of the water, if only it burns up more. I place it on the table beside me, and my eyes scan him from head to toe until our gazes clash. I lose my heartbreak for a second. His eyes, something about his eyes make my heart thump in familiarity, one eye is flaked g

I take a sip of my soda that has been marinating on the table for the last ten minutes, its ice has long dissolved into the drink making it more watery than I need it to be. I check the time on my watch, he'll be here soon. It's not too late to cancel and bolt, I've been running my whole life anyway. I shove down the thoughts of doubt to the back of my head. That's what got me into this situation anyway, running. Plus where would I go where he wouldn't find me?Feeling my nerves almost get the better of me, I order something much stronger. Whiskey always does the job. A few minutes later I'm chugging down my whiskey, I gulp down half of its contents leaving my throat stinging and a bitter aftertaste. My eyes water and my nostrils feels as though there's a bonfire being hosted in them. I however, feel myself relax a little, I lean back into my chair, my nose is immediately assaulted by a familiar coconut and vanilla scent. My eyes meet his the minute I look besides me, I nearly knock

I brushed off yesterday's pathetic attempt on crashing Roman's meeting. Next time I'll break into his house.I walk into my office inhaling the wonderful raspberry aroma filling the area. It always soothes me, I make my way past my staff, nodding and accepting greetings. Working will get my mind off things. My assistant Annie eventually catches me and we walk in sync. "Morning Miss Michaels." I almost burst out laughing. Micheals is the fake surname I adopted years ago, the one that gave me a fresh start. I'm beginning to think it has no value anymore I mean otherwise I wouldn't have been discovered right?Annie takes my coat and hands me coffee. "Should I bring the same flavoured donuts for your guests as well or maybe I should confirm with them?"I stop in my tracks and glance at my watch. It's six thirty I'm not supposed to have any clients until ten. "Why didn't you mention that before Annie?"She looks away flustered. "Well they told me you were expecting them so assumed you al

We're at Roman's penthouse, my temporary home for the next few months. On our way up I was addressed as Mrs Valkov at least fifty times, it still tastes foreign on my tongue. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I've spent the last ten years using a fake surname. Now I have another, crazy. Does that mean I have to change my documents now? I'm overthinking this. I snap out of thoughts and focus on my surroundings. It's a very gorgeous penthouse with the best view. We passed by so many floors on our way up, Roman says his men occupy some of the floors and the other floors are for recreational purposes. I make a mental note to explore the rest of the floors later. I'm introduced to his staff, Elena who handles housekeeping and Chef Ranov who does the cooking."So what do you people do for fun? Target practice on dead bodies maybe?""Would you like to be the subject of today's practice?"I purse my lips. "So how do we handle commuting? I'm sure your work has an awkward schedule anywa