ANASTASIA’S POVIvan froze as he continued to stare at me.My phone continued to buzz in his hand, but he didn’t pay any attention to it.Neither did I.My breath caught somewhere in my chest. Not because I was embarrassed, but because the look in his eyes wasn’t one I’d ever seen before. Not on him.He blinked hard, looked away, then turned swiftly on his heel. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to—” His voice trailed off as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.I stood there for another second, my heart beating faster than it should.What the hell just happened?I grabbed my robe on the bed and wrapped it tightly around myself, cinching the tie a bit too aggressively. The way he looked at me, was imprinted in my brain.I walked down the hallway barefoot, my steps muffled against the hardwood floor. Ivan was in the living room, his back turned to me.“I’m ready for that glass of wine now,” I said casually as I stepped in.He was mid-motion, lifting his shirt over his head. The soft fabric
ANASTASIA’S POVA knock on the door pulled me from my daze. It creaked open and my secretary peeked her head in.“Ma’am, the team from the furniture manufacturing house called. It seems like the workers are slacking again. You might need to visit.”I let out a dramatic sigh, dragging my palm down my face. “God, I hate this cover-up business crap.”She gave a polite smile, clearly used to my grumbling. "Sorry, ma'am."Ivan let out a low chuckle from where he was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded and looking effortlessly intimidating.I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think this is funny?”“You can just be very...expressive," he said, barely suppressing his smile.“I swear, sometimes I wonder why my parents don’t just hire someone else to run this branch of things. Let me focus on the real business. Guns, threats, money laundering—my happy place.”“You’re dealing with the workers today. I’m not lifting a finger.” I said, pointing a finger at him.He nodded, straight-faced. “J
NOLAN’S POVAnna’s body was still pressed against mine as she took warm and shaky breaths. I didn’t want to let go—not yet. But the truth pressed heavily on my chest.“I have to leave again, Princess,” I said quietly.At first, she didn’t say anything. She just went still. Then, she slowly peeled herself out of my arms and turned to face me.The look in her eyes wasn’t confusion or disappointment. It was cold and controlled.Anger.“You're leaving?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but came out sharp.I nodded, already hating myself. “Yeah. I have to.” I said avoiding her gaze.She let out a short, humorless laugh and stepped back, water cascading off her body. “Then why the hell did you come back at all?!”“Because I—”“No.” She raised a hand, eyes flashing. “I actually don’t want to hear it.”I exhaled, running a hand through my wet hair. “This isn’t easy for me either, Princess.”“And yet, here we are!” she said, letting out a cold laugh. “First, you didn't tell me w
ANASTASIA’S POVThe rim of my glass felt warm against my fingers as I swirled the last bit of my drink, watching the amber liquid catch the dim lights of the bar. Ivan was sitting across me with his arms folded, his sharp eyes watching me like I was a teenager sneaking alcohol.I sighed, setting the glass down. “Could you not watch me like I’m a child?”His lips twitched. “Just trying to see if you’re drunk yet.”“I’ve only had one drink,” I said, arching a brow. “And you know damn well it takes more than that.”He chuckled, deep and amused. “True.”I rolled my eyes and picked up the glass to finish the last drop. “Alright, babysitter. It’s getting late. Let’s head home.”He stood as I did. “Sure thing.”We made our way out of the bar and the air was cooler. I took in a deep breath. Felt like I needed the fresh air.Ivan moved to open the back door for me like he always did—but tonight, I made my way to the front and slid into the passenger seat instead.He moved to the driver's seat
ANASTASIA’S POVI woke to a deep, steady breathing rhythm next to me. I snuggled closer, wanting more of the warmth.My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I thought I was alone on the bed. Then I felt the weight of an arm across my waist and turned to find Ivan lying beside me, his face relaxed in sleep. We weren’t tangled together, but his hold on me was gentle.Then the memories from last night came flooding in. The ice cream, laughter, and the way he made me feel. The ache in my chest had eased just a little. But that was last night.This morning was different.This morning, I had to pretend none of that mattered.I carefully slid out of his arms and tiptoed out of bed like a thief, making my way to the bathroom. The hot water stung at first, but I welcomed the burn. It was grounding.After drying off and slipping into a fresh robe, I stepped back into the room and found the bed empty.Good.That meant we didn’t have to talk about anything. No awkward glances and forced convers
NOLAN’S POVIt had been two days since I left home, and I hadn’t heard a word from Anna. The silence put me in distress, and no amount of whiskey or distraction could drown out the guilt or the ache in my chest.We were all at the hideout waiting for the next order. Dimitri sat across from me, his eyes scanning through a few folders on the table. Camila was pacing by the window, talking to someone on the phone in low murmurs.“What's the word?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the edge of the table, trying to focus on the work at hand.Dimitri raised an eyebrow without looking up. “The usual—deals, contracts, risks. The buyer's still on the fence. They’re asking too many questions.”I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “So, what's the next step? We wait for them to decide. Or do we push harder?”Dimitri didn't immediately respond like he was considering whether or not to say something. He finally met my eyes. “Maybe we push, but not too hard. We don’t want to spook them. The m
ANASTASIA’S POV“Ivan…” I whispered as I stepped closer to him, closing the distance between us. My eyes met his, and I didn’t blink. “Unbutton your shirt.”He tilted his head, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Maybe to be sure I wasn’t acting out of drunken impulse.But there was no uncertainty in me. Just rage and desire. Without hesitating, he obeyed. His fingers moved slowly from the top button, his eyes never leaving mine.My breath hitched as my eyes followed his every move.I watched the way his knuckles flexed with each button he undid and how his chest rose and fell.When he did the last one, I reached up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. My palms flattened against his skin, skimming down his arms, feeling every inch and every line of his body. After taking off the shirt, I reached down for his belt. I looked up at him again. “Take it off.”His hands worked at the buckle smoothly without hesitation. As he took off the belt, I reached for his zipper, but he
ANASTASIA’S POVIt had been a week.Seven whole days since I let Ivan touch me.Seven days since we both quenched our desires. And every day since then, I've been running.Not physically, but I haven’t been able to hold his gaze or stay in the room too long with him. He noticed also but didn’t press for anything. But I could feel him watching.Every time we were in the same space, that heavy silence would hang between us. His gaze was always fixed on me at every time, and I’d pretend I didn’t feel it like a burn on my skin.I’d lied to myself, thinking I could handle it. That it was just a one-time thing. Except, it wasn’t. Because every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he touched me. The way his mouth worshiped every part of me. And worse?I wanted more.And that terrified me.“Ma'am?”My head snapped up. I hadn’t realized I’d zoned out in the middle of the operations meeting. My fingers tightened around the pen in my hand as I turned to face the manager who was spe
NOLAN’S POVThe operations were finally over. It was time to head home.We were stationed in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, waiting for the chopper to fuel up and take us home. Camila leaned against a steel pillar, her arms crossed, boots clicking softly as she shifted her weight. She looked too at ease for someone who had carried out dangerous operations back to back for one month.“Are you always this quiet or I broke you?” she asked, sizing me up with her eyes.“Just waiting to get the hell out of here,” I muttered, watching Dimitri scroll through messages on a secured tablet nearby. She smirked and pushed off the pillar, walking towards me.“Hmm, I guess you don't really have the stomach for it,” she said, moving closer. “If you asked me, I’d say otherwise. You’re a natural.”I glanced at her, unamused. “I don’t think that's a compliment I’d like to take.”She gave a dramatic sigh, brushing imaginary dust off my jacket. “You’re still thinking about Raul’s sp
ANASTASIA’S POVIt had been a week.Seven whole days since I let Ivan touch me.Seven days since we both quenched our desires. And every day since then, I've been running.Not physically, but I haven’t been able to hold his gaze or stay in the room too long with him. He noticed also but didn’t press for anything. But I could feel him watching.Every time we were in the same space, that heavy silence would hang between us. His gaze was always fixed on me at every time, and I’d pretend I didn’t feel it like a burn on my skin.I’d lied to myself, thinking I could handle it. That it was just a one-time thing. Except, it wasn’t. Because every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he touched me. The way his mouth worshiped every part of me. And worse?I wanted more.And that terrified me.“Ma'am?”My head snapped up. I hadn’t realized I’d zoned out in the middle of the operations meeting. My fingers tightened around the pen in my hand as I turned to face the manager who was spe
ANASTASIA’S POV“Ivan…” I whispered as I stepped closer to him, closing the distance between us. My eyes met his, and I didn’t blink. “Unbutton your shirt.”He tilted his head, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Maybe to be sure I wasn’t acting out of drunken impulse.But there was no uncertainty in me. Just rage and desire. Without hesitating, he obeyed. His fingers moved slowly from the top button, his eyes never leaving mine.My breath hitched as my eyes followed his every move.I watched the way his knuckles flexed with each button he undid and how his chest rose and fell.When he did the last one, I reached up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. My palms flattened against his skin, skimming down his arms, feeling every inch and every line of his body. After taking off the shirt, I reached down for his belt. I looked up at him again. “Take it off.”His hands worked at the buckle smoothly without hesitation. As he took off the belt, I reached for his zipper, but he
NOLAN’S POVIt had been two days since I left home, and I hadn’t heard a word from Anna. The silence put me in distress, and no amount of whiskey or distraction could drown out the guilt or the ache in my chest.We were all at the hideout waiting for the next order. Dimitri sat across from me, his eyes scanning through a few folders on the table. Camila was pacing by the window, talking to someone on the phone in low murmurs.“What's the word?” I asked, tapping my fingers on the edge of the table, trying to focus on the work at hand.Dimitri raised an eyebrow without looking up. “The usual—deals, contracts, risks. The buyer's still on the fence. They’re asking too many questions.”I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “So, what's the next step? We wait for them to decide. Or do we push harder?”Dimitri didn't immediately respond like he was considering whether or not to say something. He finally met my eyes. “Maybe we push, but not too hard. We don’t want to spook them. The m
ANASTASIA’S POVI woke to a deep, steady breathing rhythm next to me. I snuggled closer, wanting more of the warmth.My eyes fluttered open, and for a second, I thought I was alone on the bed. Then I felt the weight of an arm across my waist and turned to find Ivan lying beside me, his face relaxed in sleep. We weren’t tangled together, but his hold on me was gentle.Then the memories from last night came flooding in. The ice cream, laughter, and the way he made me feel. The ache in my chest had eased just a little. But that was last night.This morning was different.This morning, I had to pretend none of that mattered.I carefully slid out of his arms and tiptoed out of bed like a thief, making my way to the bathroom. The hot water stung at first, but I welcomed the burn. It was grounding.After drying off and slipping into a fresh robe, I stepped back into the room and found the bed empty.Good.That meant we didn’t have to talk about anything. No awkward glances and forced convers
ANASTASIA’S POVThe rim of my glass felt warm against my fingers as I swirled the last bit of my drink, watching the amber liquid catch the dim lights of the bar. Ivan was sitting across me with his arms folded, his sharp eyes watching me like I was a teenager sneaking alcohol.I sighed, setting the glass down. “Could you not watch me like I’m a child?”His lips twitched. “Just trying to see if you’re drunk yet.”“I’ve only had one drink,” I said, arching a brow. “And you know damn well it takes more than that.”He chuckled, deep and amused. “True.”I rolled my eyes and picked up the glass to finish the last drop. “Alright, babysitter. It’s getting late. Let’s head home.”He stood as I did. “Sure thing.”We made our way out of the bar and the air was cooler. I took in a deep breath. Felt like I needed the fresh air.Ivan moved to open the back door for me like he always did—but tonight, I made my way to the front and slid into the passenger seat instead.He moved to the driver's seat
NOLAN’S POVAnna’s body was still pressed against mine as she took warm and shaky breaths. I didn’t want to let go—not yet. But the truth pressed heavily on my chest.“I have to leave again, Princess,” I said quietly.At first, she didn’t say anything. She just went still. Then, she slowly peeled herself out of my arms and turned to face me.The look in her eyes wasn’t confusion or disappointment. It was cold and controlled.Anger.“You're leaving?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, but came out sharp.I nodded, already hating myself. “Yeah. I have to.” I said avoiding her gaze.She let out a short, humorless laugh and stepped back, water cascading off her body. “Then why the hell did you come back at all?!”“Because I—”“No.” She raised a hand, eyes flashing. “I actually don’t want to hear it.”I exhaled, running a hand through my wet hair. “This isn’t easy for me either, Princess.”“And yet, here we are!” she said, letting out a cold laugh. “First, you didn't tell me w
ANASTASIA’S POVA knock on the door pulled me from my daze. It creaked open and my secretary peeked her head in.“Ma’am, the team from the furniture manufacturing house called. It seems like the workers are slacking again. You might need to visit.”I let out a dramatic sigh, dragging my palm down my face. “God, I hate this cover-up business crap.”She gave a polite smile, clearly used to my grumbling. "Sorry, ma'am."Ivan let out a low chuckle from where he was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded and looking effortlessly intimidating.I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think this is funny?”“You can just be very...expressive," he said, barely suppressing his smile.“I swear, sometimes I wonder why my parents don’t just hire someone else to run this branch of things. Let me focus on the real business. Guns, threats, money laundering—my happy place.”“You’re dealing with the workers today. I’m not lifting a finger.” I said, pointing a finger at him.He nodded, straight-faced. “J
ANASTASIA’S POVIvan froze as he continued to stare at me.My phone continued to buzz in his hand, but he didn’t pay any attention to it.Neither did I.My breath caught somewhere in my chest. Not because I was embarrassed, but because the look in his eyes wasn’t one I’d ever seen before. Not on him.He blinked hard, looked away, then turned swiftly on his heel. “Sorry—I didn’t mean to—” His voice trailed off as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.I stood there for another second, my heart beating faster than it should.What the hell just happened?I grabbed my robe on the bed and wrapped it tightly around myself, cinching the tie a bit too aggressively. The way he looked at me, was imprinted in my brain.I walked down the hallway barefoot, my steps muffled against the hardwood floor. Ivan was in the living room, his back turned to me.“I’m ready for that glass of wine now,” I said casually as I stepped in.He was mid-motion, lifting his shirt over his head. The soft fabric