Getting his Attention

Anastasia POV Zara had to leave early after the dinner date but I remained seated in the restaurant, my mind still racing with everything that had happened. Damon's invitation sat heavy in my bag, a constant reminder of the conversation I'd had with him. His words didn't stop echoing in my head, his words were smooth and threatening all at once. I want you to come. You owe me. And then there was Zara's revelation, her hatred for Damon felt personal, raw, and it had left me unsettled. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into something dangerous. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice the car waiting for me outside the restaurant. A familiar black sedan. Elias. He stepped out of the car, I walked towards him to meet him, opening the door for me. "Miss Anastasia. I'm here to take you home." I blinked, surprised. "But I didn't call you." "I know." He offered a small,

Midnight Haven

Nikolai POVI was in my office, buried in documents, when I decided to take a break. I was beginning to lose focus on what I was doing. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes, and reached for my phone. I opened Instagram, scrolling through my feed mindlessly.And then I found myself on Anastasia's account.I'd visited her profile before, more times than I cared to admit but tonight, I found myself scrolling through her older photos, looking at the woman she'd been before she became my fiancée.She was younger in the pictures, more softer. She was laughing in most of them, surrounded by friends, her hair windswept, her dress too short, her expression utterly carefree.She was beautiful then, still beautiful now and I dare to say that she's remained beautiful judging from her pictures.I continued scrolling when a notification popped up. A new story notification from Anastasia I tapped on it, my heart already beginning to pound.It was a photo of her, in a club. A shot glass in her

A drunk Anastasia

Nikolai POVI watched Anastasia as she stood before me, her hand still extended, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but be amused by her. She was being so daring tonight, so bold, so utterly unlike the guarded woman I'd first met.But I couldn't deny that there was something captivating and enchanting about it. .She was like an unstoppable wildfire tonight, burning bright and uncontrollable and I found myself wanting to get burned."Wait here," I said, stepping back. "I have something to do."She raised an eyebrow. "Don't keep me waiting too long."I smirked, then made my way to the DJ booth. A few words, a flash of cash, and the DJ nodded enthusiastically. The song I'd requested began to play, it was a slow, sensual rhythm. I walked back to Anastasia, offering her my hand."Shall we?"She took my hand, her fingers warm against mine.We moved to the center of the dance floor, and the moment we began to move, everything else suddenly seem to fade away except for the mus

Choose your Punishment

Anastasia POVI woke up to the feeling of something warm and heavy wrapped around me. For a moment, I was disoriented, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. Then I felt the arm draped across my waist, the steady rhythm of breath against my neck, and the familiar scent of his cologne.Nikolai.I turned my head slowly, careful not to wake him, and found myself staring at his sleeping face. He looked different like this, he looked softer, younger, almost vulnerable. His dark lashes rested against his cheek, his lips slightly parted, his brow smooth and unguarded.He was cute, really, unfairly cute and then the memories from last night came flooding back.The club. The dancing. The drinking. The puking.Oh no.I pressed my hand to my forehead, completely mortified by the memories. I'd puked on him. I'd puked on Nikolai Stavros, the most controlled, composed, infuriatingly put-together man I'd ever met.I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.I needed to get out of there before he woke up and re

Getting his Attention

Anastasia's POVI was in a foul mood the entire morning, every little thing irritated me. From the way my coffee was too hot, to my secretary's voice was too cheerful and the way the documents on my desk seemed to multiply the moment I looked away.I lashed out at everyone who crossed my path. My secretary. The mailroom boy. Even poor Elias, who'd done nothing wrong except exist in my general vicinity.I couldn't help it.All this happened because before I'd left the penthouse this morning, I'd made a move on Nikolai. A deliberate, calculated, completely shameless move snd he'd ignored me.He'd looked right through me like I was invisible. Like the night before hadn't happened. Like the way he'd held me in his sleep meant nothing.He was punishing me, I knew that. I'd chosen the week-long abstinence, and he was determined to make me suffer but knowing that didn't make it any easier to bear.I was so frustrated that I couldn't think straight. I needed to do something reckless. Somethi

All Chapters of Bound By A Billion-Dollar Lie: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Getting his Attention

Midnight Haven

A drunk Anastasia

Choose your Punishment

Getting his Attention