He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we
In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi
“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I
I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.” “Like what?” “Like pouring champagne down my chest to drink from my nipples? While I ride you? That’s in your future if you want it.” He swallowed. “A bright future for me, then. I’m long overdue for that.” He retrieved another bottle from the bar. . . . While I rode him on a lounge chair, he drank and drank. More champagne . . . We made toasts to each other. He tickled me. When I tried to escape, he pinned my wrists above my head and played with my breasts till I writhed. “In case I haven’t told you,” he rasped, “I like your size as much as you do.” More champagne . . . Room service arrived with pan-seared scallops, soft tender steak, and Beluga caviar. As we fed each other, he blamed me for how hungry he was. “Caviar is so decadent” I told him. “I can’t believe you’ve never had it.” Voice gone gruff, he said, “There are many things I could show you, take you
“You’re so sure that Anna will keep quiet?” the lawyer asked papa. “She’s an impulsive troublemaker.”“What could she say to the police?” he asked. “ She knows I caused her mother's death. I was a model husband to her mother for over a year, and I’ve helped her grow her wealth ,everyone she’s ever come into contact with. I play tennis with her business partners. Who would believe her? And even if her mother was exhumed,” As I entered the house that was what I heard.Dad continued, “No one but her has ever accessed it, and her fingerprints are the only ones on the case. With the papers, I can know how much she's worth and now she's missing, I don't know where she hid the papers .She fought constantly with her mother and was the sole heir to a fortune. Means, motive, opportunity, and a murder weapon. One word to the police, and Anna’s done.”They’d killed my mother; they’d framed me for it.“Ana?” Rome was studying my face, as if trying to read my thoughts.I forced a smile. “Just think
The sun was coming up when I woke against a man’s chest. I blinked, sluggish. What the hell— My eyes went wide. I was in the Russian’s bed! And everything from the night before was a blur. I stifled a groan, swearing I would never drink again. I rose up on an elbow to look at him. He slept on his back, one muscular arm around me, the other over his head. I nearly whimpered. How would Rome be with me this morning? Would he act like nothing unusual had happened? Be embarrassed that we’d been drinking and oversharing? That I’d seen his scars? What if he looked at me the way he had our first night, waking up to sneer, “You’re still here?” I cautiously rose, finding a robe in the bathroom, then crept out of the bedroom suite. The housecleaner in me cringed at the mess in the sitting area. We’d hit this place like a storm, it was in a total mess. I moved to the kitchen and found orange juice. Drank that down. Then I took another full glass out by the pool. I drank it down to
“I slept for five hours?” After sex, he’d risen, frowning at the clock. “This is a record. I feel like a new man.”“You look ten years younger,” I told him as I stretched. “Now I’d put you in your mid-twenties.”“I just turned thirty-one.”“Yes, but you looked thirty-five before.”He raised a brow. “You won’t ask why I don’t sleep? I’ve had insomnia for decades.”I sighed. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re in a high-pressure job—which might be dangerous—and you’re running a billion-dollar empire.”He chucked me under the chin. “I don’t know if I’ll quite be a billionaire today, beautiful.” When he strode to his closet, the lines across his back saddened me seeing them in the daylight. He returned wearing a clean pair of jeans, with a white undershirt for me. “Here. Arms up.”I hopped from the bed, raising them, and he pulled the shirt over me. It swallowed my body.He grinned down at me. “Almost as good looking as you were in that dress.”“The smirky attendant downstairs ought to have a fiel
I walked out of the bedroom, saying, “Okay, we’re all agreed. Heated argument about to begin. . .”He was arguing with Dimitri and they both looked angry. They both turned to me, accusation in their eyes.“What?” fear ran through me, and I had the feeling I needed to run out of there it didn't matter where, my flight or fight mode was activated.Rome strode toward me. “Are you on birth control right now?”I disturbed my lip with my teeth. “Why would you ask that?” Was that information in the records they’d e-mailed? I started hyperventilating.“You have to be on something.”“I’m going to be.” The doctor had told me to wait until after my next period to start, and that wasn’t for a couple of weeks. How long would the pill take to work? “I have a prescription. It’s not a problem.”He stabbed his fingers through his hair, looking devastated.What did that have to do with birth control? “Again, it’s not a problem.” Though this should have been a private conversation, Dimitri looked on
ANA The champagne was getting to me, setting my insides aflame. Or maybe it was the glances Roman sent my way. They were like a warm caress on my skin and felt better than the light ocean breeze against my skin. Throughout the after wedding dinner, I was aware of his eyes full of promises and for the first time ever, it didn’t send fearful shivers down my spine. And that scared me more than anything. “What’s the matter?” Callie asked, leaning closer to me as her arm looped through mine. Bella mimicked the movement on my other side. The three of us walked together towards the Gazebo. “Are you looking forward to having him screw your brains out?” Callie remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I smiled slightly. It was time to go home with Roman as he waited for me across the field. I ran back to him open heartedly, joining our hands together. He raised our interlocked hands, his lips brushing softly against each knuckle. “Tonight is our honeymoon,” he spoke lo
ANASunlight gleamed through the windows of my bedroom. Dust particles swayed in the air like tiny bits of silver and gold. Just like my dress.“Oh my gosh,” the dressmaker beamed. “The dress is gorgeous, on you”I shook my head while staring at my reflection. My makeup had been done and my hair had been pulled up in a fancy braided bun. A diamond tiara made me feel like a princess. A snow princess. A silver princess.The wedding dress was a perfect mixture of white and silver, like freshly fallen snow. The thin straps had tiny diamond beads that matched the diamonds on the tiara. The corset had the similar decor, hugging my torso while the sheer material of it flared down to the hardwood floor into a long flared train behind me.It was simply beautiful. Breathtaking.But whenever I think of the reason for this wedding, it tugs at my heart.“It suits you perfectly,” she chimed in as she tugged the last of my laces on my back. “You are glowing.”“I’m so nervous,” I admitted.“
ANAMy eyes flickered to his hand wrapped around my waist as a sense of ownership.When Mayor Rice said my mother's name, The incident that I dreamt about sometimes came rushing to the forefront of my mind. My temples throbbed as my mind hunted for something. Something important.It evaporated, just like all of my dreams of freedom before she died.Forcing a smile to my lips, I turned to look at Roman. “Ready to make the rounds, dear?”Roman’s eyes were on Dario, something dark in his gaze. Yes, Roman was neck deep covered in blood, but at least he didn’t deal in human trafficking or selling innocent women. His uncle might have, but he didn’t.A corner of Roman’s lips tugged up, ever the politician “Gentlemen.”His voice held an unspoken threat of retribution and suddenly, I found myself happy to have him on my side.++++++++++++++++ROMAN Maria De Sol One thing I could be certain of.Ana faked not remembering that name. It was as if she was triggered by the name but she hid it
ANAHeels clicked against the marble floor of the club.The club XXS was turned into a ballroom while upper floors hosted poker tables and roulette tables.“Do you do this often?” I asked, side-eying Roman.“What? Show you off to my business partners.”“Host gambling at the same time as a fundraiser?”“No, usually it’s a nightclub and casino.” His gaze roamed over the room. “But for the event of bringing you out in public , my people didn’t organize anything. I let the city host their fundraiser and they have free rein of the building and event today.”It was an important day for me. Roman was introducing me to people. I was not the Rapunzel hidden in the castle anymore, my gut warned, a feeling of something happening tonight.“What’s the matter?” Roman’s gaze focused on me, his men walking right behind us.I shook my head. “Nothing.”Silver trays full of champagne flutes and appetizers made the rounds across the room. The glasses glistened the mighty chandelier. A small musical
ROMANSit down,” Kai orders. “Show respect to your Pakhan, Igor.” Igor mumbles an apology and begrudgingly sits while still giving me the death glare.“It’s good that you’re here, Petrov. We have some business to discuss.” The pakhan speaks for the first time since I came in. There’s a huskiness to his voice due to the cancer, and soon enough, it’ll be noticeable to everyone.“I have business to discuss, too.”Viktor scoffs under his breath at way I addressed Granduncle.My attention turns to him. “You have a problem with me?”“None at all, Petrov.” He pauses, readjusting his glasses with his middle finger. “Yet.”The threat behind his gesture doesn’t escape me, so I counter using his subtle way. Still keeping eye contact, I slide the cup of coffee in front of me then crush a piece of sugar inside before it melts. “Good to know.”His brows furrow, and his most loyal soldier, Aleksander, stiffens behind him, his hand going to his gun. He has a smaller frame for a guard, but he’s as
ROMAN I have to go to the meeting with the elders today and try to reason with them on the death of Vladamir and it not being Ana’s fault.I push the board room door open and go inside ready to fight for her.It’s easy to be intimidated by the leaders of the elite group. Most of them, From other families included, have served time in jail. While that’s disgraceful in the outside world, it’s a stamp of honor for any member of the Bravta.Granduncle Morozov sits at the head of the table. He’s old, in his sixties. His once-blond hair is now completely white and washed by time. While cancer has made him look older, it didn’t take his hair away, probably because of his stubbornness about refusing to undergo chemotherapy. I try not to look at him knowing every and any weaknesses will be exploited.My cousin Vasili leaves my side and sits on Granduncle’s right, which is his position as his right hand man. On his left sits Kai, the Enforcer. He holds the same level of power as Vlad, bu
I nod again, feeling stupid for thinking he wanted me dead. “I’m so sorry. I panicked and wasn't thinking straight,” I try to explain.He lets out a heavy breath. “I know.” His eyes caress my face. “Please, just don’t ever run from me again.” it hurts“I won’t,” I whisper in his ears. I wrap my arms around his neck, and hold him as tight as I can not letting go. After a while, he asks, “Do you feel much better?”Even though my world is still ruined by the terrible incident, I just nod because I feel safe in Roman’s arms. I didn’t lose him. If anything, it feels as if this nightmare has brought us closer together than how we were before.“Do you think you can eat down something?” he asks.I pull back as I rub my hand over my burning stomach. “My stomach still feels quite uneasy.”“Some toast might make you feel much better,” he murmurs as he gets up.When Roman lifts me into his arms, I don’t bother fighting back and rest my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes as he carries
ANA'S POVRoman is so careful with me that it makes me feel even more emotional.When he’s was done helping me take a bath, he turns off the faucets and helps me out of the shower. My eyes drift over him while he uses a towel to pat my skin dry, uses the hair drier on my hair with the appropriate heat setting.Even though I’m still feeling shock from all the trauma, love fills my heart for him, the way he's taking care of me.He places an arm at my back and another under my kness, then lifts me and carries me back to his bed gently After setting me down to seat on the bed, he rushes to the walk in closet for a clean shirt and gently pulls my hand in and buttons it up.“I need to brush my teeth,” I say, my eyes constantly on him.“Okay.” When he moves to pick me up again, I shake my head. “I can walk.”“I know, let me do this.” He lifts me into his arms and heads back into the bathroom with me. Once I’m on my feet and I’m brushing my teeth, Roman cleans the floor.Seeing this b
ROMAN’S POV The past two days have easily been the longest days of my life.I'm walking on fucking thin ice, and every time Ana makes a sound and moves, I hold her tighter.At first, I was struggling to process the death of my uncle , but now I wish he was alive so I can fucking kill him myself.Unrestrainable rage keeps filling my chest, and knowing I can’t get revenge for what they did to Ana, because it not letting me have a peaceful sleep.I haven’t slept since the night before we left for Russia, and until I’m sure Ana is okay, I won’t be able to shut an eye.Suddenly her body tenses, and she tries to curl into me like a child hiding from someone. I’m still holding her against my chest tightly.I vehemently refuse to lay her down on the bed, I need her in my arms again.“Shh…I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper, hoping my words will get through to her.“No,” she mumbles. She’s weak as she slaps my chest, then her fingers grip my shirt. “No.”Bringing my hand to her face, I run my p