41. Office sex

Third Person POV.

***Sokolov Mansion, Russia.***

Anton stands in his office, dragging a lungful of smoke and darting his eyes around the city landscape.

From the set of his jaw and the crinkling of the corners of his eyes, it’s glaringly obvious that he’s angry. Nothing is literally making sense to him now.

Everything they’ve done to get the girl is worthless. Lots of money has been spent yet nothing came up.

He struts back to his table and empty the remaining Vodka into his glass, he picks it up and pads to the floor-length glass windows.

Anton manages a sip, allowing the beige liquid to burn a trail down his throat. If he had known that Peter would mess this up from the beginning, he or Andrei would have married Helen, Vera’s mother, themselves.

He literally blames himself because Alexei had suggested that years ago when Vera’s mother was still in college but Anton disagreed because the mafia Godfather, the Pakhan would know the reason they wanted to marry his daughter was for power