Katya"Bye mommy!" Christopher kissed my forehead, wrapping his chubby little hands around my neck. I sucked in a deep breath as I inhaled the sweet aroma of his talcum powder, keeping it as brief as possible.He was already late for school as it was.Because someone had insisted on packing snacks himself and ended up spilling it all over the place. I bid my son farewell as one of my security led him into the school, and only then did I slip on my shades and walk towards my car. Kyrian opened it with a warning, "he's in there."Oh shoot me. Ferrara sat languidly, talking on his phone as he fired instructions in Italian. But his eyes raked through me, giving me a heated double over. I felt as though I were in lingerie, not a turtle-neck. Not again. I entered the car and took a seat close to the window, strapping my seatbelt. Ferrara quickly ended the call and turned to me, his gaze heated through my peripheral vision. "I apologize about last night, it wasn't my intention to...
Katya The shock, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline... I shouldn't be remotely happy to see this bastard. Yet my heart skipped, stopped, and resumed at an alarming rate. My feet came to a stop on the floors as I took in the dinner table arranged for a date. With a sigh of exasperation, I resumed walking towards him and dropped my purse on the table, looking into his mischievous eyes. "Now that is an expression to capture. You see, baby, I knew you weren't coming to dinner, and no, I didn't need to have you followed. You're rebellious, defiant, and that, I find sexy." Don't you dare get affected by his words... Ferrara placed the glass of wine on the table and stood, smelling faintly of delicious cologne and wine. His tie had been undone, the first few buttons of his shirt open. His glistening muscular chest stared back at me, and as he drew closer, the alarm warnings of danger perked up in my mind. "Don't you have a job that keeps you busy, Ferrara? What exactly do yo
Ferrara Haunted. Afraid. Defensive. The emotions in Katya's eyes were glaring, burning into my pupils, digging into my chest. I was no professional at assassination, but I had a good knowledge of the points of the body that would bleed to death if a deep wound was made there. And where Katya Petrov pressed the fork she had picked up, was going to have me bleed to death if she stabbed deep. Coincidence? I didn't fucking share that idealistic opinion, but everything about Katya upturned what I believed in. It wasn't the thought that she might kill me right here that rushed fluidly into my mind, but the expressions in her eyes. The fingers was held the fork were shaking, the other on my shoulder, pressing hard into my flesh. She could leave a bruise, but I didn't fucking give a damn. "What happened to you, Katya?" The raw emotions in my thick voice were barely recognizable as mine. I cleared my throat, slowly reaching out to touch the tattoo I had discovered... Her hand le
KatyaI dreaded today. Having managed to keep all thoughts of Ferrara to the barest minimum and thrown myself into work and my son for a week, I couldn't get out of seeing Ferrara this afternoon.It was the first day of the school counseling session as a result of the show a certain someone had thought it would be wise to put on.I sucked in a deep breath as the car came to a halt in the school parking lot, watching as Kyrian stepped out and waited in front of the car.What if Ferrara chose not to come at all?For the first time, he had actually respected my wishes and made no move to contact me, limiting his visit to the living room and Christopher's bedroom.When I ran into him at The Cabinet meeting, he had given me a curt nod and proceeded with heading the meeting.It was my choice, my wishes.I should be happy that he was finally respecting them, yet, all I felt was a chain around my neck, tugging me towards him, slowly.My fingers were clamped in anticipation, shaking in tremor
Katya 'Be careful what you wish for.' By the third week, one thing was clear: I was a literarily a mess without Ferrara De Castello. I blamed it on Stockholm syndrome, and told myself it was because he had been the first man my body became attuned to. But irrespective of all the justifications I gave it, I was aware that I was barely functioning well. I spent my time buried in work, representing some clients myself and coming up with innovative ideas to make The P.Lux Club better. My son took my mind away from the plaguing thoughts of his father, and some nights, I held him in my arms, his baby scent calming the storm in my mind. But deep into the night while he slept, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling with memories haunting me, taunting my thoughts till I was a puddle of wants and desires. I visited Alistair twice, enduring the disapproving stares of his sister who silently judged me. However, the memories and speculations of the evil Ferrara was capable of could get my t
KatyaHe hadn't called, he hadn't texted.And when I had Kyrian contact the technician who had detected the wiretap, he swept through the house for hours and returned empty-handed with sweat pouring down his face,"No, ma'am, it's all clean."With my hands folded over my chest, I blinked rapidly, "are you sure you checked it properly?"He massaged the back of his neck, his eyes looking like he would collapse that second. Then he stared into my eyes with dilated pupils, his voice as exhausted as he looked, "yes, ma'am. Even under the bed. I used the equipment that detects the most camouflaged, but nothing."When he left, muttering under his breath about paranoid rich people, Kyrian stepped out from behind the pillar and came to a halt in front of me, "I can increase the security if you feel watched, ma'am, you have been...a bit restless."Yeah, Kyrian was generous. A bit?I spent my free time like a zombie, looking out of the window and watching the penthouse next to me, waiting fo
KatyaI couldn't breathe. Instantly, I lost the ability to think, to differentiate between fantasy and reality.His cologne infiltrated through my nostrils, sucking all air out of my lungs.For a moment, I was sure I had gone mad, turned into a lunatic."Answer me, Katya. You wanted me out so you could be better, so why do you look..."That deep baritone which flooded my senses with crazy thoughts didn't complete the words. Like a moth, I turned to him, my eyes pooling to liquid and nothingness. He was really the one, dark green pupils and lips set in hard stance, his muscles rippling as tension shot out through his bones...There was a faint whiff of feminine perfume blended with his cologne...And he was pissed.What the..."I don't think your date will appreciate you wasting your time with me." I blurted out the words before I could stop myself, and seconds later, I was biting my inner cheeks as Ferrara let out a scoff."Really? You are jealous, baby?"Baby...I had gone more th
KatyaPlease,Don't taunt me with this dream.In my fantasies, Ferrara's body came to me, returning over and over again, taking over my body and soul.I usually woke up aching with tears in my eyes, panting for breath, my throat completely parched.It felt like one of those dreams right now, except that the wet lips on mine didn't feel like they would slip away from my hold, and the tongue plunging into my mouth, the hands driving me towards the wall...His kisses were wet, desperate and demanding, ravenous hunger emanating from a starvation suppressed for so long.Firm calloused fingers cradled my face so closely, holding me captive as though to keep me from running.It was like drinking directly from the river after days of being in the desert, neatly trimmed beard rubbing against mine, hands roaming down my arms to pull me even closer.I returned his kisses with feverish need, trembling in his hands, my fingers so weak I could barely manage to lift them and wrap around his shoulder