All Chapters of His For A Night: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MayaI hate him. I hate Roman Volkov. I hate how he makes me feel, how he ignites power in my body with a single touch. And I hate even more how my body always betrays me, reacting to his dangerous charms. The moisture between my legs when he brushed his fingers over my front didn't get any better. Because as soon as we arrived home, Roman pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the couch. And for the life of me, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his bare chest."You're free to take a picture," he spoke up, his deep voice hitting my chest like a storm."There's nothing to stare at!" I spat, rolling my eyes. I bit my bottom lip as the pain from my ankle hit me. If I hadn't offered to help Tonny fetch a bucket of ice from the cold room, and if I hadn't been so distracted thinking about what Susan was doing in Roman's office, maybe I wouldn't have tripped and sprained my ankle along the way.And maybe I wouldn't have allowed him to carry me in his arms. It was hard to keep my breathing s

Roman"Oh my God—how did you—"Crossing one leg over the other, I watched as the poor man stumbled to the floor of his apartment. Appearing unannounced wasn't anything new. I never needed an invitation. I did things my way.The dim lighting did nothing to hide the fear in his eyes as he realized he had no escape this time."Are you surprised?" I finally broke the silence. His eyes widened even more, and his body slouched further toward the floor."How many chances were you given, Kane?" Leaning back on his stiff couch, I crossed my leg again. "Three. You were given three fucking chances, you fool!" I seethed. "And yet, you wasted all of them.""No... Mr. Roman, I was going to reach out soon. You know things aren't—"I cut him off before he could finish his excuse, already knowing the pathetic blabber that would spill from his mouth.People like Kane didn't deserve pity. No matter how much kindness you fed them, they'd always take it for granted. And Kane? He was easy to deal with. Tha

MayaLaughter filled the room—deep, mocking, and unmistakably Roman's."You fooled me again, didn't you?" I muttered through gritted teeth, my veins pulsing with anger. How foolish of me to keep falling into his trap.Roman tilted his head, resting his cheek on his palm. "Are you really that scared of your father?"I grabbed the fork, ready to attack, but before I could move, Roman's hand shot out, gripping my wrist in an iron hold."Let go of me, you fool!" I spat, yanking my arm, but his grip wouldn't budge.My heart did a full somersault at his words—I was going to meet my father. I wasn't ready. I hadn't gotten the freedom I wanted. I was still in hiding. Maybe it wouldn't be a shock if my father eventually found me, but hearing it from Roman—the man I had begun to trust—felt like a betrayal.Had I really started to trust Roman? No. I couldn't. He made me feel things I had never felt before, but I refused to be deceived again.Who knew? Maybe he really was working for my father."

MayaIt had been an hour since Roman left, but it felt like much longer.The air still carried his scent—sharp, expensive, and maddening. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to make sense of what just happened... and what almost did.My skin still tingled where his hands had roamed. My lips? Still swollen from the way he kissed me like he owned every part of me. And the worst part? I let him.I wanted him.God, what was wrong with me?I should've pushed him off the moment he leaned in. I should've slapped him when his hands slid under my jeans. But instead, I melted. I forgot all the reasons I was supposed to hate him—his arrogance, his control, the way he threw money around like it meant nothing.Instead, I kept replaying the way he looked at me, like I was something forbidden he couldn't stop craving.I hated how much I didn't hate it.With a frustrated groan, I stood up and started pacing. He said it wasn't over. That look in his eyes... I believed him.The tension between

Maya"You sure you wanna sell this?" The guy behind the counter looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "It's brand new. Barely even touched." He hold up the laptop accessing it. I nodded. "Yes."He looked at me again, eyes squinting probably suspicious of me. "If you don't want to buy then forget it." I stretched my hand to take the laptop from him when he moved it away. "No that's not what I mean. You don't look like someone who can-""Who can have something as expensive as this," I completed for him. I won't lie that his words hit a spot. Here people see me as a poor girl unlike in my own house where I'm that spoiled girl to her parents. But then again right now I am just a girl standing in front of him with too much pride and not enough patience.He slid a form across the counter. "Okay. Sign here."My fingers tightened around the pen as I scrawled my name. The guilt sank in immediately, dragging like a weight in my chest. I shouldn't be doing this.But I had no choice.This mornin