She gaped at him, looking lost and silly. She is not innocent, but since she began living in Petrov territory, she has realized that a Petrov word must be taken seriously or suffer the consequences.
However, Samuel Petrov's words put her in an awkward situation. Will she simply take it as a joke? "See?" Seeing her confusion, he drew her closer by the waist and watched her eyes widen in disbelief. It was then that she realized what he meant. Heat turns her cheeks red, and she gulps hard at the lump that has miraculously appeared in her throat. Nestled between them is a hard thing she is completely aware of what it was. Taunting her further, a forbidden image entered her mind. She inhaled sharply, mortified by her own thoughts. She mentally chastises herself, but it is insufficient to clear her indecent thoughts. The deeper she got into her predicament, the more her face flushed bright red. Her body's bizarre reaction to being plastered against Samuel Petrov's rock hard treasure only adds to her predicament. Her heart is pounding so hard that it is drowning out her senses. The violent beat was all she could hear while her gaze was fixed on him. Even the way he stares at her makes her uneasy. She is well aware of the look in his eyes. It is devouring her. His intense dark gaze is dragging her into the pit of the unknown, making breathing difficult. She needs to force air into her leaden lungs to relieve her constricted breathing. She is succumbing to his dominance and can no longer resist it. His proximity elicits excitement unlike anything she has experienced before. A kind of excitement that only a man could kindle. However, she doubts it would be the same with any man. It takes someone like Samuel Petrov to make her feel a strange ache inside. It is not even comparable when she is with Ivan. "Mr. Petrov" her voice sounded raw as she huffed her words. "Yes, Kamilla?" Even though he appeared calm, she knows he is far from it. His sporadic deep breaths prove it. The strong arm wrapped around her waist tightened even more, giving her no room to move away. She had a lot to say, but the words were suspended in the air when she realized the rock hard treasure between them had grown even larger than it already was. She does not know if it is possible. But he is ridiculously big. He is a monster. "You are huge," she murmured, breathlessly. However, her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what she had said. "I know, Kamilla" his thick voice trailed off as he bore her with his dark gaze. He sounded gravely serious, while she was distraught with embarrassment. She felt flushed, and the way her cheeks heated up, she must have looked toasted. How on earth did she say it aloud? "Does my size worry you, Kamilla?" His intimidating voice drew her away from her awkward lamentation. Her breath came in a ragged gasp as she stared at him with wide eyes. She has no idea what he is implying, but his words are making her even more disconcerted. On top of that, the striking discomfort between her legs is exacerbating her distress. She gulped hard to alleviate the lump in her throat, eager to speak. However, it proved ineffective. As a result, she stares at him, her mind blank. "I'm an ordinary man, Kamilla. These skimpy clothes you are wearing did not even cover your nakedness. You displayed yourself in my very eyes," his intense gaze bore on her, and despite her desire to respond, she could not find her voice. "Your body could bring the dead back to life. Every man's kryptonite" his thick voice and raspy breath fanned her face with his minty hot breath. For a reason she was uncapable to discern at the moment, her body deliciously responded as she hinted a whiff of cigarette despite it's minty smell. "You bloomed beautifully, Kamilla. "You are a delicious and free commodity that I could easily grab," he rasps as he squeezes her hips. An action she hadn't missed it's implication. But she did nothing but enjoy the delicious torture it caused her body and mind. "However, a forbidden one" he heaved a sigh while gritting his teeth. His voice reveals his weary resignation to whatever he is fighting. For a long time, their gazes locked as he tried to control his raging emotions. She could clearly see him struggling with it. "Damian is more than just an employee for me. He is a friend. A close one" after he was calmer, he spoke again. Her interest was piqued by the mention of her father. She looked at him, trying to figure out where his words were leading him. "You were just a little girl when Damian found you. Well, you grew up a little, but you are still tiny," he shrugged, looking at the top of her head. She was becoming increasingly skeptical, but she had no defense against him. Indeed, she barely reached his shoulder. "I am turning twenty-three soon," she said, surprised by the sharpness of her tone. She just hoped he would not notice. "I know, Kamilla. But you're still too young" he muttered while he bore her with his dark gaze. The kind of gaze that makes her body tingle. "Too young for your kind of game, Mr. Petrov?" She continues to astound herself with her boldness. "What do you know about my game, Kamilla?" It was a perilous challenge and a dire warning she should heed. However, she chose not to. She met his piercing eyes with her head held high, despite the thundering beat of her heart. "The kind of game that involves this hard monster poking my stomach, Mr. Petrov. I may be tiny in you eyes, but I am not ignorant of a man's needs. "Nor am I innocent," she responded without hesitation. If she is aiming to provoke him, the way his eyes narrowed and his breath became heavy indicates that she is succeeding. If a dark look could kill, she would drop to the floor, lifeless. However, his rage did not deter her. "I know how to play your game as well, Mr. Petrov." She has no idea where she got her confidence, but she challenged him without batting an eye. "Such a fiesty girl" he cupped her rump and pressed her tight against his hardness. He moved even closer to close the gap between them. She gasped and quickly closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come. But he came to a sudden halt, only an inch from touching their faces. His hot breath fanned her flushed face as they breathe each other's breaths. "Don't dare tempt me, Kamilla. I might forget your're my friend's daughter. You're too young for my taste" teasing her, he provocatively brush his nose against her slightly parted lips. It was meant to be a warning, but she took it as an insult. An insult that set off the crazy devil inside her. "And if I dare?" she challenged while ignoring her racing heartbeat. Seeing his grim expression, she mentally congratulated herself on successfully enraging him. But, with the darkness looming around him, she got terrified of his rage. "No, thank you, Kamilla. You're too tiny to take my size. I never bring a child into my bed." He smirked before unceremoniously letting her go and walking away. Without his strong arms around her, she swayed on her feet. However, before she could further embarrass herself, she regained her balance. More than her humiliating situation, she was furiously offended by what he said. "Let us see about that, Samuel Petrov. If you will not bring me to your bed, I will bring you to mine," she gritted her teeth as she watched his departing broad back. Her eyes gleam with the determination of an unbreakable vow. ****tbc****Despite their awkward interaction the night before, the following morning appeared to be peaceful. She was even surprised to be summoned to join him for breakfast. Looking at the man across from her, she still can not believe she will have this opportunity. Everyone's dream is to eat together at one table with any of the Petrov. Fortunately, hers came true.She was nervous at first, but Samuel Petrov's relaxed demeanor reassured her. For the first time in her life, she shared a meal with a Petrov. Even when her father was serving the famous family, he never brought her to work, which she understands is extremely dangerous. While enjoying the delectable meal on her plate, she can not help but smile as she mentally rejoices. The thought of beating Celine Donlov in her dream of being in the same place as the Petrov made the food taste better. She was well aware of Celine's desperate desire to be noticed by any of the Petrov cousins. The reason she always goes to her parents' office i
"Stay still, Kamilla" he firmly hold one of her feet after she attempted to stand up. "Ahm... I can do it, Mr. Petrov" despite her efforts to move her feet away, it was futile against his firm grip. "Do not move, Kamilla. You are wasting our time," the sternness in his voice caused her to stop struggling. She was in disbelief and embarrassed as she watched Samuel Petrov expertly put on her socks and tie the shoelaces of her sneakers. Even Beca and Cel, along with the others, could not conceal their disbelief as they watched with wide eyes. There was a tense silence because he was so focused on his task until he was finished. "Let's go Kamilla" as if he did nothing bizzare from his usual, he walked to the door with his hands inside his pockets. He left everyone stunned. When she saw him walk towards the door, she scrambled to follow. She has no idea where they are going, but she is too nervous to inquire. After a quiet car ride, they arrived in a place she had never been before
"What are you saying, Doctor Lia?" The patriarch's inquisitive gaze fell on Lia. The rest of the family did the same but she remained placid. "Lia..." Vasili gently took hold of her hand while waiting for her explanation. Lia turned to face her husband. She gave him a soft smile before trailing her gaze across the room. She met everyone's questioning eyes until it settled on Kamilla. "Petrov Pharmaceuticals conducted extensive written and performance examinations two months ago. Only five candidates advanced to the final stage after passing several qualifying exams," Lia explains calmly, not taking her gaze away from Kamilla. "I need this country's top chemists to be trained, and I want new ones. Fresh knowledge and youthful vigour" she added while glancing at the patriarch. Since she took over Petrov Pharmaceuticals, she has aggressively scouted candidates for training. Not just for the company, but especially for the underground Petrov facility. Her sister-in-law, Abigai
Following the outburst of the two men, the family resolved to send Damian to his final resting place.It was a solemn ceremony, and Kamilla realized how important her father was to the Petrovs. She watches Samael Petrov cry while holding her father's cold hand. Everyone shared in his grief, and even the Patriarch was not ashamed of the tears that streamed from his eyes. At that point, she realized she was not alone in her grief. People she thought were powerful enough to be immune to grief are now crying for her father's death. This is the Petrovs' other side, which the world is unaware of. She was glad she had the opportunity to witness it. "Let your soul rest, brother. I have avenged your death. They have already paid for the lives we lost that day, particularly yours. Now, I can bring you to your final rest without any shame." Samael clenched his teeth with each word, creating a peculiar grimness in the air. After hearing Samael Petrov's forbidding words, a chill ran down her s
"Ella, let us have lunch," says one of her colleagues, Michael, who stands beside her working table and quietly observes her intricate way of mixing formulas.It has been weeks since she began working, and she is gradually making friends. She was warmly welcomed and eventually joined an excellent team. Despite her close association with the Petrovs, no one was aware of it. Hence, her interaction with Doctor Lia remained professional, and she was treated in the same manner as the other employees. "I will catch up," she whispered, still focused on what she was doing. "We will wait for you at the locker," Michael offered before turning away. Despite being the last person to take a break, her team is constantly waiting for her. "I hate it when someone is waiting for me," she cussed, unsure whether Michael heard her. "We will be waiting for you. You will forget to eat again if we leave you," Michael argued, not turning around to face her. Her new friends would always insist on waiti
Kamilla and Samuel's meeting that day did not end in the hallway. The announcement of Petrov's visit interrupted the quiet afternoon. Through the glass wall, she can not help but be unsettled as she watches the entrance of the intimidating Petrov entourage, along with some associates. Her gaze was fixed at Samuel who looked seriously imposing while listening to Director Lee beside him. Contrary to her previous stern demeanor, the woman appeared amicable with a gracious smile on her face. Well, having a Petrov's attention will definitely put a smile on someone's face. With Samuel and Stephen Petrov listening to her, she surely is making a statement. "Director Lee is always trying so hard when Sir Samuel pays a visit." Jean's soft voice breaks the silence of the laboratory as they conduct a serious experiment at their respective workstations. Despite the fact that there is an interesting spectacle outside, they are unable to simply stop and openly chat. Not because they
Kamilla arrived at the penthouse shortly before midnight, as she did on most nights. Her steps are deliberate and heavy. Anyway, she is not looking forward to the empty space that awaits her. All the staff would leave after they are done cleaning and prepare her needs for the night. Also, because she is at work all day, the Chef would only come to prepare her breakfast. She is so exhausted that she has to drag her feet to the door. After mumbling a thank you to the security who opened the heavy door for her, she quickly entered. But her steps came to a halt when she saw the figure on the couch. With his grim expression and the robe he was wearing, he appeared to have been waiting for a long time. Their gazes met and for a moment they simply stared at each other. It took some time for her to slowly make her way towards the receiving area while keeping her gaze fixed on him. "Welcome home, Mr. Petrov," she muttered as she took a seat across from him. For a while, there was silence
"I prefer my coffee, black" Samuel seriously muttered.Director Lee looked at him, perplexed, while holding the neatly arranged cream packets inside the fancy container. Today marks the second day of Samuel and Stephen Petrov's visit to Petrov Pharmaceuticals. Director Lee, along with some executives, personally assisted the two men in the laboratory, as she did yesterday. To impress Samuel Petrov, she brought him an expensive creamer for his coffee. But what he said now had her perplexed. Several pairs of eyes are drawn to the table, where Director Lee is staring at Samuel Petrov with confusion. It is breaktime, and the common room is packed. "But, yesterday... Ahm... You went looking for creamer," she reminded him with an awkward smile. She waited for his response but received none. Samuel continued reading, ignoring her and her expensive offering. While Director Lee was left in a state of confusion, Kamilla and her team observed the spectacle. She, too, was confused. Samuel