Semua Bab BRATVA'S OBSESSION : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Josephine A low groan escapes my lips as I roll on the cool silk sheets of the plush bed. My brows furrow with a banging headache that doesn’t seem to stop anytime soon. I blink through my blurry vision, staring straight at the dark ceiling of an unfamiliar room. Fear and anxiety creeps into my heart and I sit up immediately, my eyes darting across the strange room. Where am I? The room was huge with a luxurious interior that looked expensive. I glanced down at my outfit and notice that I wasn’t in my clubbing outfit bit a very over sized shirt that was definitely for a man. The faint addictive scent of Sasha wafts my nostrils once I take a quick sniff. Memories of last night came flooding in like a broken dam. Being too drunk and flirting with Dr Oliver, Sasha showing up from nowhere to drag me out like some wasted teenager. The horrifying feeling I had before throwing up all my guts on his car and then everything going blank. The disgusting sour taste in my mouth fr

I nervously peed into the toilet bowl with only the droplets sounds of my pee and my racing heart heard in the dingy stalls. I try to control my breathing to calm down but the psychotic look in Sasha’s eyes keep flashing into my head. My hands shiver under the running tap in fear of what was waiting for me right outside the bathroom. “You’ve got this....” I murmur. I turn the bathroom door numb and it opens with an annoying squeaking sound which makes me wince as I stare down the dimly lit hallway. Letting out a breath of relief from no sight of Sasha, I decide to head back to Evelyn. My steps echoed through the hallway but it quickly comes to a halt once I hear muffled noise coming from a beneath the dark stairway. Every cell in me screamed to run away but curiosity always killed the cat. I tiptoed just to take a quick look to see if anyone needed help that I might be able to provide. Like a fool, I inched closer and was now able to make out a few words but I co

I shouldn’t have called him. My fingers trembled, gripping my phone tightly as I stared at Sasha’s contact just after ending the call a few minutes ago. What the hell am I doing, calling a total stranger? Whoever did this wanted me to feel threatened, vulnerable and exposed and it worked because I stood in the middle of my apartment hallway, shaking with fear. My eyes shook across the hall for any sign of movement or to find anything strange but I was just being paranoid. I crossed my arms in an attempt to ease my anxiety but that didn’t help either. The elevator at the end of the hall dinged open, causing a short gasp to escape my lips. I squinted my eyes to see who it was and I felt sudden relief. Dressed in formal black pants and white shirt, Sasha strode towards me leisurely and my feet moved on their own in a hurry. A sob escaped my lips as I walked into his arms, wrapping my arms around him for comfort. He stiffened slightly but engulfed me in his arms,

Josephine “Thank you....” I mumble out, stepping out of the car to leave the most awkward ride I’ve ever taken. Sergei was way too quiet and calculative to form a conversation with. Whenever I asked simple questions to spark a conversation, he just gave close ended replies to shut me up. Sighing as Sergei drives off, I begin the long trek of the estate to the main entrance. “Good morning, Nurse Josephine.” The security guard greeted, opening the front door for me. I gave him a small smile and walked in, welcoming the cool air conditioned air. My legs moved on autopilot towards the usual place that I always met with Mr Chevalier for his check ups. The air felt heavy as I walked in to see Mr Chevalier playing a silent and intense game of chess with Louis, his son. It was odd to see him present, this was the third time of meeting and it still felt strange.... Louis piercing blue gaze lands on me causing me to tense up unintentionally. Mr Chevalier turns to my direction

Josephine I blame Sasha. I blame him for invading my thoughts, keeping me up at night until sleep finally drags me under. Now, at the hospital, I’m running on fumes. This morning, he insisted despite my protests on driving me to work, refusing to let me take the bus. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the offer of a free ride, but ever since I came to terms with my feelings... I couldn’t stand the idea of being alone with him. Not yet. A shiver ran through me at the memory of the chilly anger in his eyes as left with stubborn intent, heading straight for the bus top which was like a thirty minutes walk. It made my belly churn as he sped past me in his Bentley, not even taking a glance at me. Well, I wouldn’t also be able to see what expression he had on through the tinted glass. “Jo?” Evelyn calls. I blinked from my thoughts, staring at the half eaten sharwarma in my hands. I didn’t even realize I had began eating through my thoughts..... Evelyn huffs besid