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between Lafebvre and the young man I ran as fast as I could to the Moon pack, I needed to make sure that Domenica and Andrews were safe, but nothing prepared me for what I would face —Bella Anastasia, I see that you arrived very late, there is nothing left here —I looked around me and it was desolate, the houses torn to pieces by the fire, bodies on the ground without life, blood spilled everywhere and she was there feasting in the midst of so much death, Estela my Estela, no, she was no longer my girl, was a killing and blood drinking machine that Alex created —It's beautiful, right? as beautiful as when you gave away my harem, I told you that you were going to pay me for it, some cheap tri

We nodded and she left the table. Anastasia stared behind her and then looked back at me. “I am surprised she didn’t give you her number yet.” “I don’t think she will after the snarky comment you made on the way she was dressed.” She frowned. “That girl was wearing all her buttons when we came in and after she went into the kitchen she had extra lipstick and a few buttons undone. Phew! You men never understand.” I wanted to ask her about her website but then it would also bring memories of the night that ruined everything for us. “Nathan, thank you for today. It was and is amazing.”

Anastasia flashed an assuring smile at Camilla. Anastasia flinched as I cleaned the wounds with spirits, I wrapped them up with a band aid and she immediately removed her hand, I suddenly missed the feel of her soft warm hands. " Since your daddy is here, I should leave now" " Please don't leave, you haven't told me the story " Anastasia sighed as she patted Camilla's hair. " Alright, Principessa, but you have to sleep once I'm done with the story" " Yayy!"

I just wanted to be busy because my mind wandered off to Killian at any opportunity it got. The more the thought of him crept into my mind, the more haunted I was. "You can help me with the pastries," he replied. After five hours of incessant work, we were finally done. I rushed back to have a quick shower and in no time I was back at the main building. Anastasia was all dolled up. She was wearing a red backless mini leather dress that pushed up her boobs and barely covered her butt. While her shoe was a pair of black Chanel heels.

I responded. Anastasia closed the gap between us, her eyes stern. "Aren't you, Golem?" she said, her voice laced with frustration. "Go ahead and tell me. You forgot about my name!!! Who would ever believe that," she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "Or maybe it's just me overreacting. You probably hit your head somewhere while flying and suffered from amnesia, am I right?" She held me gently by the chin, examining my face. Suddenly, her eyes turned red with flames, and I could feel the heat of the fire burning within her as she demanded, "Whose lipstick is this, Golem? Don't tell me your dead mom kissed you now."

Chapter One. Anastasia's POV. "Relax your body." My brain heeds to his command and I calm. My eyes are closed, and my breathing is hitched. My lips are caught between my teeth and my hands gripped the ends of the bedsheets. His hands were trailing my thighs, sliding downwards and my legs yearns to shudder to his cold touch. Although, deep inside me, I feel so much warmth from his nearness. His tongue is on my cleavage, trailing down my skin. I want to explode into a million and one pieces, but I remain under his figure.

He looked at Anastasia who was also bewildered to see that. Anastasia closed the suitcase and scolded Alexander to open that. “What did I do? I was only helping you who thought there would be li...,” Alexander paused and stood up. Anastasia grabbed the handle of the other suitcase and took that inside the washroom. Alexander chuckled seeing that and sat in the couch there. Inside the washroom, Anastasia checked the suitcase first and took out a comfortable dress for herself. It was a black and white floral midi fit dress with ruffles and V-neck line. She took the innerwear as well and went towards the shower room.

A long fridge with double doors stood at the edge with an empty shelf. To the right a private bookshelf was already partially filled with manuals and journals on systems engineering. "Darius..." I breathed, walking toward the window. The city looked like a toy set from here. "This is... It’s a lot. I’m an assistant." "You are whatever you choose to be in this building Anessa," he said, stepping into the room behind me. The door clicked shut, sealing us in a bubble. "I told you I wanted to treat you like a queen. A queen needs a throne room that matches her intellect. Do you like it?"

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Chapter 18. Anastasia's POV. I woke up in a very strange environment, and I wondered how I got there. I tried to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't. Furthermore, I walked out of the bedroom with my short dress on, exposing my bare legs. "Where is this place?" I asked myself, looking around. I tried to figure out where I was, it looked so fucking familiar. It was then that I saw Tristan come out of a room. It was then that my eyes opened widely. How the hell did I get here? What am I doing here in the first place?