Chapter 5 : The arrival

Natasha stood at the arrival gate in the bustling Russian airport, a bright smile on her face as she waited for Anthony to emerge from the crowd of travelers.

Finally, she spotted him and waved excitedly, causing him to break into a grin as he made his way towards her.

"Anthony!" Natasha exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a warm hug. Anthony was slightly taken aback, expecting a simple handshake, but he quickly hugged her back, feeling grateful for her warm welcome.

"It's so great to see you, Natasha," Anthony said as they pulled away from the embrace. "Thank you for receiving me."

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world," Natasha replied with a smile. "How was your journey? Are you feeling okay?"

"It was a bit long, but I'm good," Anthony answered. "I'm just excited to finally be here."

Natasha linked her arm with his as they walked towards the exit. "And I'm excited to have you here. Oh, and don't worry about your apartment. It will be ready in three days."

"Oh, why not?”

“It's under-prepared for now,” Natasha answered.

Anthony said with a relieved smile. "I can't wait to settle in."

Natasha nodded and smirked. She had her plan and she was devoted to it.

Anthony saw all in action. His mother's plan and Madam Cash’s plan are all molded into one and exhibited by Natasha.

He knew quite well that his apartment was in place, just that she didn't want to take him there due to her ulterior motives. But all he had to do was wait till she would come plain, and then he would reject her.

Natasha was a pretty young lady, vibrant and agile. She had a skin toned by wealth, and it was evident on her face; however, as much as Anthony would like to, he knew that he had a commitment back home and that she was waiting.

As they approached the Information Centre, Natasha guided Anthony towards it. "Let's get you registered and then we can head home," she said.

After filling out the necessary forms and providing his contact number, Anthony and Natasha made their way to the parking lot where Natasha's car was parked.

As they drove towards Natasha's apartment, Natasha filled him in on the details of the medical school and the environment he would be living in.

"It's such a vibrant community," Natasha said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "There are so many opportunities for you to learn and grow here. I know you're going to love it."

"I can already tell that I will," Anthony replied, looking out the window at the passing scenery. "I'm grateful for this chance to study in such a supportive environment, and that you are here too."

Natasha smiled at him. "We're all rooting for you, Anthony. And remember, if you ever need anything, I am here for you."

After Natasha’s due explanation of the premise, Anthony brought out his diary and typed out a number. She knew quite well it was the wench she was told about.

As they arrived at Natasha's apartment, Natasha helped him with his luggage and showed him around the cozy space. "Make yourself at home," she said with a smile. 

"Thank you, Natasha. I appreciate everything you've done for me," Anthony said sincerely, feeling grateful for her warm welcome and support.

The air in Natasha's apartment was heavy with anticipation as she stood before Anthony, dressed in the skimpiest lingerie she could find.

Just as she promised her mother, she knew what to do, and it had started even with Anthony's presence in her house. 

Natasha slowly walked towards him, her every step deliberate and seductive. Anthony's eyes followed her every move, his breathing quickening with desire.

“Are you okay?” she asked and placed her hand on his chest.

“Yeah, Natasha. I am okay,” Anthony answered.

“Do you need anything?” she asked again.

“I am okay.”

Natasha stopped in front of him, her body inches away from his. She reached out and ran her fingers from his chest up his face and now held him by the nape, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

"It's just you and I, Anthony,” she said. “So, are you ready for me, Anthony?" she purred, her voice low and husky with desire.

Anthony swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I-I don't know if I can resist you any longer," he confessed, his voice strained with restraint.

Natasha smiled coyly, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss. "Then don't resist, Anthony. Let me show you how good it can be between us," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

Anthony's resolve crumbled as Natasha's hands began to wander, exploring his body with a hunger that matched his own. He pulled her close, his hands roaming over her curves as he lost himself in the moment.

But just as things began to heat up between them, Anthony suddenly pulled away, his eyes filled with guilt and regret.

"I-I can't do this, Natasha," he stammered, his voice filled with anguish. "I want to, but I can't. I need to go... I need to sleep."

Natasha's heart sank as she realized that her plan had failed once again. She felt the sting of rejection and hurt wash over her, but she quickly masked it with a forced smile.

"It's okay, Anthony," she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite the disappointment swirling inside her. "I understand. You go and rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

Anthony gave her a grateful smile before turning and heading towards the door. Natasha watched him go, feeling a mixture of sadness and frustration.

As the door closed behind him, Natasha allowed herself to feel the tears that had threatened to spill. She had tried so hard to satisfy Anthony, but it seemed that he was still out of reach.

“Giving up is not an option. You'll be mine,” she said to herself while she returned the call to his mother as well as Mrs Moyes, whom she referred to as her mother-in-law.