Holly was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands, when Andrei came in a second later. He stalked off to his end table, grabbed her black card, and stuffed the IOU note in his pocket. "Here, take your damn card. I'm not selling this place," he said, throwing the credit card at her. "Why do you have this?" Holly asked. "Are you serious?" Andrei arched his brows, crossing his arms over his chest. "You really don't remember much about last night, do you?" Holly shook her head, a look he could only describe as mortification flashing in her eyes as she held his gaze. "Last night," she said after a moment or so of tense silence. "I'm sorry I came here uninvited. It won't happen again. I drank way more than I should and took a bunch of other stuff." "Other stuff like?" Andrei asked, alarm bells going off in his head. He'd figured it was more than just alcohol. But drugs? Heavens— "Doesn't matter!" she replied. "What other stuff, Holly?" "It's not your business!" she
"He likes his woman warm-blooded!" Holly snorted as she mulled over Andrei's words. "Excuse me?" the Uber driver said, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. "Nothing," she replied and stared at her hands. What the hell did that even mean? Did Andrei really believe she wasn't warm-blooded and passionate? What the hell was she then all these years if she wasn't passionate?Every damn night when she glided on stage, she was passion personified. Was the man blind? Couldn't he see he'd never find another woman like her, a more passionate woman? And why, oh why, did his words cut her so deeply?Holly knew Andrei despised her. He'd never hidden his disdain for her and her family. So when it was all said and done, last night was her own damn fault. She should have stayed home and put up with everyone's pity. She should never have gone to Crush, let alone run to Forrest Creek in the state she was in. But her biggest mistake was swiping right on Andrei's damn Hot Connexions profile. No
Forty minutes later, the driver sped past the security booth of Morningside Mews, a private gated community east of Rock Castle. It was home to the twenty members of the Royal Dance Institute's corps de ballet, a handful of soloists and two principal dancers, including Holly. Located a stone's throw away from the Institute, the quaint village was once a thriving strawberry farm. With the passage of time, however, the land had changed hands several times and slowly lost its charm, morphing into the monstrosity of cookie-cutter townhouses that it was now. Boasting an onsite hi-tech gym, a smattering of recreational spaces and a convenience store, Morningside Mews touted itself as the pinnacle of luxury living when, in reality, it was just a glorified dormitory. The driver turned into a peaceful tree-lined street, passing rows of double-storey bungalows with manicured lawns and single-car driveways. As soon as they came to a complete stop in front of her unit on a sleepy cul-de-sac,
Katherine looked sharp in a hot pink power suit and white sneakers matching her satin camisole. Her ash blonde hair, drawn back from her face into a sleek chignon, showed off her sculpted features in all their glory. A former prima herself, she exuded an air of timeless elegance and grace. She glanced up and smiled, but her sapphire eyes remained cold like glass. Her smile never seemed to reach her eyes. "Please take a seat." Holly dutifully pulled out a chair and sat down, folding her hands in her lap. "How are you feeling?" Katherine asked. Her question would have come across as sincere if it weren't for the blank expression on her face. "I'm fine, thank you," Holly replied with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you as soon as I was discharged. The medication—" "I know. It knocked you out. You told me!" Katherine waved her along. "So what did Dr Evans say? What's the prognosis?" Reluctantly, Holly filled her in on her chat with Dr Evans about her upcoming surgery. "My
Trigger warning: self-harmWhen the elevator doors dinged open on the ground floor, Holly headed straight to the restrooms, relieved to find them empty. She dashed for the last cubicle, slammed the door shut, and pulled a fresh razor blade from the pack in her bag. She sat there awhile, listening to the deafening silence as she contemplated her choices and tried to resist her demons. But after her chaotic morning, the maddening urge proved to be much bigger than her. So, like the addict she was, she gave in, relishing the intense sensation of pure agony and pleasure flowing through her body as she slashed the delicate skin on her tummy over and over, stopping only when the door banged shut, and rapid footsteps followed by chirpy voices filled the bathroom. Holly quickly ripped a wad of tissue from the toilet roll holder, grimacing in pain as she dabbed at her fresh cuts. She dumped the used tissues inside the pan and flushed them down the toilet before exiting the bathroom, glad
"That's a lie," Holly whispered as she spun away from Lola. "That's a blatant lie. And don't you dare bring my father into this!" "Did you really think you got promoted because you were brilliant? Did you honestly believe you're actually talented?" Lola snickered, pulling her back violently as she cackled in her face. "Don't touch me!" Holly snapped, yanking her arm away. "Don't you dare touch me!" "Or what?" Lola demanded, stepping a little too close for comfort. Suddenly terrified for her safety, Holly held up her hands and slowly backed away, "That's it, I'm done." But Lola wasn't done; she just had to twist the knife a little deeper, curling her pouty lips in a sneer, "You can run away all you want, but it doesn't change the truth. Your father bought you that role. The same way he bought you a spot on the corps. That talent you think you have is a well-fabricated lie. Of the two of us, everyone knows I'm the talented one. Pity, I don't have a rich, powerful daddy like someon
A large part of Andrei's morning was spent cycling between reports, presentations and emails. Then, promptly at 11:15 AM, fifteen minutes before he was supposed to leave for his meeting with the family, Monique knocked on his door, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she waved her tablet at him. "Breaking news!" she announced, pausing for dramatic effect as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "For an executive assistant, you sure have a lot of free time, Monique!" Andrei said as he stood up and reached behind him for his suit jacket draped over his backrest. "You are no fun!" She pouted her way to his desk, pausing in front of him to help him fix his collar. For some reason, Andrei found her familiarity with him annoying today. She was too comfortable around him, too much in his personal space. But it was his own damn fault for sleeping with her. Not once, but too many times. "I'm fine!" he said, pushing her hands away. "I know how to fix my damn collar, Monique. Just focus o
The intense smell of Cuban cigars and alcohol fumes hit Andrei as soon as he stepped inside. A crew of low-rank soldiers lounging around stood up and bowed their greetings. He waved them off, followed his lieutenants straight to the rusty metal door in the back, and took the short flight of stairs to the basement, where Sergei and the rest of the family's top management were waiting for him. "How's the old man?" his uncle asked as they hugged and shook hands. "A pain in the ass as usual," Andrei replied, accepting a drink from Sergei's wife, Rowena, before taking his place at the head of the table. He sipped his drink slowly and closed his eyes, wincing when the liquid scalded his throat. Why everyone thought all Russians loved vodka was a mystery to him. He didn't hate it, but it wasn't his go-to drink, and his aunt knew this. For some inexplicable reason, though, she insisted on serving it to him every damn time in the hopes of making him a real Russian. According to her, he wasn
As Holly lay spreadeagled, clutching the edges of the counter for support, with Andrei covering her with the warmth of his body, she could finally scratch 'wild, passionate sex' off her bucket list. While she was still recovering her breath, she had another epiphany—it was never about the act, but the man. And now that she'd had a taste of what it felt like to wholeheartedly give herself to Andrei and let go of all her inhibition, she was terrified she'd never be able to walk away from him as planned. She'd always want this feeling…like she was on stage again, soaring to newer heights— Andrei moved away from her, and she heard him softly pad to the guest bathroom. When he came out a moment later, she'd thrown on his dress shirt. A smirk tugged at his lips as his eyes slowly travelled up her body, lingering on her mouth. "You shouldn't have gotten dressed," he murmured, inching his way to her, his movements slow and deliberate. "I'm just going to take it right off." Holly swallo
Holly stood there for a beat, gulping down the nervous lump in her throat because she knew exactly what Andrei was asking of her. A small part of her—the one still ruled by her head—told her this was a terrible idea. Spending the night with him would lead them nowhere good. At best, it would leave her with a gushing wound in her heart that no amount of Band-Aids could ever cover up. At worst, six feet under, her body riddled with bullets. "No," she decided, making up her mind then and there. Tonight, especially after their violent confrontation with the Petrovs, was supposed to be the last she saw of Andrei. Their agreement was one date and one date only. Spending the night would create unnecessary complications. "I don't think staying the night is a good idea," she said, surprised at how steady her voice was, even though there was nothing firm about the butterflies somersaulting in her tummy. "What are you afraid of?" Andrei asked, pressing her against the counter and sending
Following their grand escape, Andrei was in no state to drive back on his own, so Holly decided to ride shotgun with him, with Eric following behind in his car. They didn't talk much on their way to Forrest Creek. Andrei was lost in thought, his rage showing itself in his reckless speeding as they zoomed through the night. Holly had never been afraid of speed. But tonight, after their close call with the Petrovs, she found herself grabbing onto the edge of her seat, terrified that Andrei would lose control and hit a traffic light. Or worse, a concrete barrier and the car would spontaneously burst into flames, taking them out in a blazing inferno."Slow down," she said, touching his arm when they had another close call, almost rear-ending a family sedan cruising in front of them. Andrei grabbed her hand and kissed her palm."I'm sorry," he said, and Holly released a long breath she didn't realise she'd been holding when he decelerated, his rage seemingly leaving him the more kilomet
"What just happened?" Veronika stammered, staring at her parents helplessly. "Why doesn't he like my gift?""He's allergic to dogs," Andrei answered coldly as they watched Vladimir bundle the puppy back inside the box and hand it to one of the waiters, making it his problem."What do you mean he's allergic to dogs?" asked Veronika, her bewilderment palpable."Exactly that. Papa Ivanov is allergic to dogs. That's why, growing up, Andrei and Aleksei never had any pets, well, dogs at least," Holly added fuel to the fire, earning herself a deadly scowl from the mother and daughter duo. "You would know this if you were fit to be Andrei's wife!" "You!" Veronika glared at Holly, pointing a finger at her threateningly. "Calm the fuck down," Andrei said, pushing her hand off as he led Holly to one of the free armchairs in front of the fireplace. "Aren't you going to check on your father?" she asked, throwing a wary look at Veronika and Elena.Andrei shook his head. "Pavel's got everything u
They stayed on the balcony for some time, staring at the shadowy outline of the stables and hills in the distance and the clear night sky, the howling wind filling the silence between them. Holly tugged her cashmere coat closer, glad she'd grabbed it before stepping out of the Polo Bar. The temperature had dipped even lower while they were inside. Not totally unexpected. The weatherman had predicted unusual snowfall in some parts of the country tonight. "Brrr!" she squeaked, her teeth chattering loudly when another gust of icy wind slashed her face, snatching flyaway strands of hair from her French twist. She pushed them back behind her ear as she glanced at Andrei, wondering if he had a built-in thermal source. He seemed unfazed by the blistering cold. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he said when he caught her looking at him, flicking an unlit cigarette between his fingers. "You must regret coming, and honestly, I won't blame you at all if you want to leave." Holly crossed
"What does a girl have to do to get your attention?" Veronika asked, placing her arms over the railing as she paused beside him. Andrei turned slightly to look at her, his eyebrows shooting up, surprised she'd chosen to lead with that, given their relationship."So?" she pressed, beaming at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.Andrei looked her up and down, taking her in—from her Marilyn Monroe-inspired hairstyle to the classic Hollywood red dress hugging her slim frame to the snow-white fur coat hanging loosely around her shoulders. She was an attractive woman, no doubt. But knowing what he knew about her, her dazzling looks and megawatt smile only made his skin crawl, and he wanted nothing more than to pull out his gun and shoot her dead. Not for Iris this time. But for being a nuisance. He didn't know how else to drill it into her pretty little head that they would never be a thing. The million little fires in his heart burned for one woman, and Veronika wasn't th
"Speaking of decorum," said Elena, crinkling her nose in disgust at Andrei and Holly. "This little thing you have will have to end when you and Veronika tie the knot. We do not approve of mistresses—""I'll say it one last time— I am not marrying Veronika!" Andrei announced calmly. Holding Holly's hand up possessively, just in case he wasn't clear enough, he continued, "This is the woman I intend to build a life with. Nothing you or my father say will make me change my mind.""Let's all enjoy the meal; we can discuss logistics later," Nikolai suggested, trying to take control of a rapidly deteriorating situation."I don't think so," Vladimir pushed back, insisting there was no better time than the present to conclude their marriage negotiations. "There's nothing to negotiate," Andrei growled, staring him down. Seconds stretched into a minute, and then some, with neither Andrei nor Vladimir backing off, the tension in the room growing so thick it was almost suffocating. "Vlad!" Vero
When Andrei and Holly stepped back into the Polo Bar, Nikolai and the Petrovs were about to dig into their entrées. Unbothered by Roman and Elena's enraged glances following them to their seats, Andrei played the part of a man in love to a tee as he helped Holly settle in. Whispering sweet nothings to her, he removed her coat and held out the chair for her, making sure she was comfortable beside him, before calling a waitress to bring them menus. "Maybe you should tone it down a little," Holly suggested for his ears only as she browsed the selection of entrées. "Everyone looks uncomfortable." "I think we should ramp it up," Andrei disagreed. And ramp it up, he did, as he leaned into her and they browsed the menu together, his arm hanging loosely over her backrest. Hard as he tried to keep his hands to himself, he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers on her sheer sleeves. The hint of her skin was doing all kinds of things to him— "What are you in the mood for?" Holly aske
"You've truly lost your mind," Holly whispered as she spun away from him. "How the hell would that even work? I can't be anything to anyone, and you, more than anyone else in my life, know exactly how fucked up I am in the head, Drei. I cut myself when I can't cope. The only constant in my life is the intrusive thoughts living rent-free in my head. What good would I be to anyone when I'm so damn broken?" "Oh, Baby," Andrei said, reaching for her and kissing her forehead. "Don't you see? None of that matters to me. I want all the broken, messed up pieces of you. I want them all, even the ugly, scary ones—" "No, you have to find someone else," Holly said as she pulled away and began pacing again. "I am not marriage material. I don't want a husband and kids and the mansion!" Baffled by her response, Andrei asked, "Why not?" "Because it's all so mundane, boring, and ordinary. I'm not meant for any of that." "Is that what you think?" he asked, slowly approaching her. "That marriage—n