[Arissa's POV] "So," I began, jumping on his desk and taking a seat. "I found out something interesting." "Go on." Ivan urged. "First," I giggled, fixing my gaze with his. "I have a favor to ask." "A favor?" He repeated, his gaze narrowing. "Haven't I already granted you two requests?" Sure, he
[Arissa’s POV]An insistent knocking drew me from my nightmare-filled sleep, urging me to get my ass out of bed and go greet whoever was there. Groaning, I pried my eyes open to find that, based on the tilt of the sunlight that lit my room, it was close to noon.Cursing, I got out of bed and let out
[Ivan’s POV]I watched as Arissa stood there looking like a deer in headlights. Her bright blue eyes, which were usually striking, stood out even more thanks to the eye makeup that Christine had applied and her full lips, which were now painted red, popped open in an audible "Oh".Skimming down her
[Ivan’s POV]Arissa’s hand that held onto my arm was so tiny, and I could feel a slight shake. She was clearly unnerved but kept it to herself."Come on." I sighed, beginning to lead the way up the front steps of the building and inside, where a butler dressed in a black tux with a white button down
[Ivan's POV] I kept my gaze fixed on Arissa once we were seated. After being sat down in front of her mother, she had stiffened once again. Despite telling myself that what she was thinking was none of my business, I still found myself curious. Reaching out, I placed my hand on her thigh, hoping
[Arissa's POV]Images of that day began to flash unbidden in my mind, sending me back to that time in which I wished to forget.I remember laying in bed recovering from broken ribs and a busted skull. There was just the faintest of tugs at my consciousness, indicating that someone was trying to mind
[Ivan’s POV]I didn’t know what possessed me in that moment, but seeing that look of fear in her eyes set me off. I wanted to let her know that she was safe and try to help her forget whatever it was that haunted her.Maybe this wasn’t the best of times to be doing this, but I didn’t have the habit
[Arissa's POV] I sat on my bed staring at the quickly setting sun right outside my window. Memories of the night before flashed across my mind and anger boiled. How was it possible that I had managed to waste the entire day steaming over Ivan's actions? That piece of shit wasn't worth an ounce of