LOGINAnna
I knock the first shot back, then the second. Damn, that liquor hits hard. Absinthe is not a drink to toy with.
It is, however, spreading a lovely warmth through my aching body. Blair may be right. This may be exactly what I need to get through the rest of the evening.
Suddenly, Blair spots something over my shoulder. I turn to see Jeremiah, Hermes's assistant marching toward us, his enormous stomach bouncing as he walks. "Stay here," she mutters. "I'll handle him."
Before I can protest, she's gone.
I close my eyes and squeeze the bridge of my nose for a few seconds. The chattering gets louder and louder as the seconds roll past, and I lose myself in it.
Everything will be fine.
Everything will be.
"Everyone! May I have your attention, please?" Collins deep voice over the microphone makes me snap my eyes open. I glance up to the stage. Collins raises his arm and gives the audience that signature charming smile that suckered me in years ago.
I hold my breath. Yes. This is it. He's going to take it all back and issue a public apology. He's going to unravel this nightmare. He's going to—
"Babe?"
I take a step forward...and then freeze when Diana emerges from the crowd and clambers up the podium to stand beside him.
She flips her hair over her shoulder, beams at him, and takes his outstretched hand. Collins kisses the backs of her fingers. "I know this is kind of a whirlwind, but what can I say? There will never be another grand opportunity like this."
The whole room swoons at them. I fight the urge to collapse. Tears fill my eyes.
"Diana Lynch, baby... you are my oxygen. The reason I wake up each day, strong and ready to face whatever difficulties might come my way. I can't imagine life without you in it, constantly filling my darkness with your radiant light."
He's said those words to me before. The only difference this time around is he means them. I can see it in his eyes. The way he looks at her.
He genuinely loves her.
Collins drops to one knee.
I bury my face in my palms.
God. This can't be happening...
But it is.
"Will you spend the rest of my life with me, Diana?"
The clapping that fills the air feels like salt on an open wound. Diana sheds a few fake tears as Collins slip a ginormous diamond ring onto her finger. The exact one he'd gotten me engaged with.
I spin around on my heels and beeline back to the bar. "Absinthe. More. Now."
The bartender lofts a brow. "How many shots?"
"The whole bottle," I deadpan
His eyes widen. "Ma'am, I don't think..."
Before he can answer, I reach out and snatch it from its resting place. I don't bother turning back, even as the bartender protests after me.
I slice through the crowd, headed toward the rear alley exit. The bottle feels heavy in my hand, but my heart feels even heavier. Maybe drowning one with the other will balance things.
Or maybe it'll knock me out cold.
Either is fine.
The bartender shouts again, and I turn around to explain to him that it's the worst day of my life and he needs to get off my case.
But as I turn, I run into something solid.
It feels like a brick wall, but more defined.
My absinthe splashes up the neck of the bottle and onto the front of his very fine, very expensive shirt.
"Oh my God." I damn near drop the bottle in shock. Instead, I set it down on a nearby table, grab a few napkins, and begin cleaning him up as fast as I can. "I am so sorry! Are you okay?"
The man gazes down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. "You don't look too good yourself."
I stop and look up at him. Is he... is he mocking me?
His full mouth is curved up in what looks like a suppressed smirk. His dark, curly hair hangs in front of his eyes, but even through that, I can see brilliant green eyes sparkling with mirth. The only thing I can find remotely funny around here is... well, me.
"I'm—"
"Anna! There you are!" Diana screeches. "Collins is such a darling...he proposed. I'm so — "
I zone out completely, my eyes fixed on this stranger. The mirth leaves his eyes in an instant, replaced by an icy mask. He buttons his suit jacket around the splash stains on his waist, giving my worst enemy a polite nod.
When he looks at me again, I do something shocking.
"Help me," I whisper.
He looks at me and glances over my shoulder at Diana who's now running towards us, eager to rub in the news of her engagement on my face. I see the pieces fall into place in his eyes.
And then he does something completely shocking.
He scoops my face into his hand and devours my lips like it's his last meal on earth.
AnnaI see the signs for the hospital through the window. If I'm going to get a hold of anyone, I better do it now."Hey, Asya? It's me. Yeah, I'm fine..." I can't finish saying the word. Tears spill from my eyes and lodge a thick lump in my throat. "I'm not," I hiccup. "I'm... I'm... I'm in labor.""Breathe, malyshka." Asya's voice is so soothing in my ear. "Breathe deep; breathe slow. We're on our way."I don't have time to ask her about Viktor. Gerald whips the car up through the ramp to the Emergency Room entrance and leaps out, shouting and waving for the nurses to come help get me out of the car. Ivan pulls up behind us and yanks my door open.Someone pushes a wheelchair over to us. I'm hoisted in and wheeled inside, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of information Carrie is giving the attending nurse."Let's get you in a room." The nurse nods to her colleagues, who begin the check-in process at the desk. "You came at a good time. We should have a doctor taking a look at you
Anna"Seriously, Momma Blair, I'm fine." I give Carrie a warm smile. "If I wear anything fluffier, I'm going to become a marshmallow."She sighs and helps me slip my feet into the ultra-plush slippers she bought for me as an early baby shower gift. "Are you sure? I can get you another blanket."I've just taken a shower and was greeted upon my emergence with a neatly folded pile of pajamas, a thick robe, these slippers, and a faux fur blanket to wrap around me. I know this is all supposed to help me calm down and feel safe, warm, and comfortable, but...It also kind of makes me feel like they've packaged me in bubble wrap."I'm fine, really. I think I just want to lay down.""After a glass of water." Carrie steers me toward her kitchen. "You sound parched. Have you been drinking enough water lately?"I want to say I have. I want to be able to say I've been taking perfectly good care of myself in the midst of Viktor shattering my heart. That I've been stretching and meditating and drink
ViktorNik's grinning face is not exactly what I want to see. Solemn, yes. Pissed off, definitely.But grinning to the point of almost laughing? He can fuck right the hell off."Sorry," he says when he sees me glaring at him. He clears his throat and attempts to be more somber. "I just never thought I'd see you in a drunk tank."Rina side-eyes him but focuses on the updates she's brought me. "The lawyers are currently lobbying a slew of complaints and filings at the district court," she says as they both approach the bars of what is, unfortunately, the station's "drunk tank."I'm sure there are more private holdings somewhere in this building, but Smithson seems to have a personal bone to pick with me. I make a mental note to have someone look into that later on, after I'm released.Smithson made an enemy today."And?" I press. "Am I getting out?""Within twenty-four hours, yes. The team is working on shortening that up as much as possible.""How the fuck—" I take a deep breath to cen
ViktorI tug against the chains for the hundredth time. "Is this really necessary?"The officer who's been staring at me blankly for a solid hour doesn't respond.Typical.I've been here for what feels like forever, though time has little meaning here. There are no windows in this room. The only way I know how long it's been is the Rolex on my wrist.On the one hand, it's only been three hours since they arrested me.On the other hand, it's been three fucking hours since they dragged me in here and chained me to the table.Finally—finally—the door opens and someone who looks like he's in charge comes swaggering in."Mr. Ivanov." The man pulls out a chair and sits across the table from me. "I'm Special Agent Aaron Smithson. Apologies for the wait." He frowns at the cuffs chafing my wrists. Then gestures at them with a glance to the officer still standing in the corner. "Seriously?"The officer sighs, then lumbers over to uncuff me."I'm assuming, Mr. Ivanov, that you're not going to lu
AnnaI don't know what else to do. I've tried everything.I've tried calling him. Texting him. Video chat. Email. I even googled "carrier pigeon."Viktor wants nothing more to do with me.Rina's been a listening ear, but she doesn't know what Viktor is doing or why he's ghosting me. Nik is the same; he even took me for a smoothie run just to help me get out of the house for a bit. Asya visits me every day to make sure I eat. I'm pretty sure if she didn't, I wouldn't be eating at all.Thursday was the final straw that broke the camel's back. I asked Dominik to drive me to the office, thinking that maybe it was time to face Viktor in person. We got there, he escorted me into the building, and we were stopped by security."Apologies, ma'am—you're not cleared for entry."My heart dropped into my stomach. "Are you sure? I'm Anna. Viktor's girlfriend." I rested a hand on my swollen womb just for good measure.The guard solemnly nodded. "I'm sure. I'm sorry, but we can't let you through."Ev
Viktor"What do you want me to do?""For starters, stop running. Stop hiding." She looks me over, disdain growing on her face. "Stop lying.""Lying?"I don't know what she's talking about... but something in my gut already stings at the accusation."You told Anna you'd be there for everything. For every moment. Through every hardship." She sighs and gives me that look again. "First sign of trouble, you tucked tail and ran."That painful feeling spreads. I think some people call this guilt. I despise it. "I didn't—""Yeah, you fucking did. Call it whatever you want; nothing changes what it is."I don't have anything to say in my own defense. I'm not sure there's anything that can be said to justify the fact that I'd rather sleep on a futon than next to the mother of my child. The woman I said I loved.The woman I swore I'd never leave.Irina shakes her head again and grabs her bag. It seems like there's something more she wants to say, but she decides against it and sees herself out o
Anna“You better get going! You don’t want to be late,” I half-giggle, half-moan.Viktor growls against my neck, “I don’t want to be leaving at all. I’d rather bend you over the table right here and have you for breakfast.”I swat at his wandering hands. One of us has to be responsible, and it look
ViktorI’m on my tenth attempt to read the same sentence in the Ivanov International Employee Handbook. No matter what I do, my mind keeps wandering back to Anna’s blowup in the car.Do you respect your employees?I know what she was really asking. Do I walk my talk? Do I hold my people accountable
AnnaI don’t know what time it is. Truth be told, I didn’t even notice the windows in the room grow dark.It’s Rina shaking me by the arm that snaps me back to reality. That pulls me from that shut-it-all-out coma I learned to self-induce years ago.“Anna? Anna!” Rina shakes my arm with one hand an
AnnaWhen we finally pull into the clinic parking lot, he sighs. “I’ll help you find a job that’s better than that. Somewhere where they respect you.”“That’s not the fucking point.”I didn’t mean to snap at him. Not really. But now that it’s out, I can’t feel a reason to stop.“That may not have b







