I woke up on the couch in the hallway, feeling disoriented and exhausted. The events of the previous night came flooding back to me, and I shuddered at the memory of Kian’s wild, panicked state.As I sat up, I noticed Kian kneeling beside me, his hand gently stroking my hair. I flinched instinctively, recoiling from his touch, and immediately regretted it when I saw the hurt flash across his face.“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “After last night, I…”Kian held up a hand, silencing me. “You have nothing to apologize for, principessa,” he said, his tone gentle but tinged with sadness. “I should be the one apologizing.”I couldn’t help but shake my head. “What happened to you?” I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. “It was like you were living a nightmare.”Kian’s jaw tightened, and he averted his gaze for a moment. “Demons from my past,” he said finally. “Memories that still haunt me, no matter how hard I try to escape them.”I reached out, tentatively placi
“How dare you?” he growled, grabbing my arm. “You have no right to -”“No right?” I cried, my voice shaking with rage. “You betrayed me, Kian! You made me believe that you we had something, and all this time, you were just using me!”Kian opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.“Save it,” I spat. “I don’t want to hear your lies. You can get back to taking care of business .”I wrenched my arm free from his grasp and turned to leave, but Kian grabbed me again, his grip tightening.“You’re not going anywhere,” he hissed, his eyes narrowed.Suddenly, Kyle appeared, his expression filled with concern.“Isadora, are you alright?” he asked, his gaze darting between Kian and me.Kian’s lips curled into a sneer. “Mind your own business, boy,” he growled. “This is between me and my… companion.”Kyle’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his posture tense. “I think it’s time for you to let her go,” he said, his voice low and steady.Kian let out a harsh laugh. “And what if I don’t?” he
After my confrontation with Kian, I was a nervous wreck wondering what he might do next. But to my surprise, he actually agreed to my demand for no more intimacy between us. Kian made it clear that although he had purchased me from the auction, he wouldn’t force himself on me anymore if that wasn’t what I wanted. “Consider it a free choice, principessa,” he said with his signature smirk. “Though I must admit, I’ll miss having you warm my bed.” I shuddered at his words but felt relief that he was respecting my wishes, at least for now. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, would be strictly professional from this point on. The next morning, I awoke to the sound of insistent knocking on my bedroom door. “Up and at ‘em!” came Kian’s gruff voice. “Training starts at soon.” Groggily, I glanced at the clock which read 5:45am. What was he talking about? I pulled on some workout clothes and opened the door to find Kian already dressed in athletic gear. “Good morning, gorgeous
I watched Kian storm out of the training room, his broad shoulders tense with barely contained frustration. My own body still hummed with a confusing mix of adrenaline and desire, leaving me feeling flustered and unsure of what to do next.As the days passed, the heated moment between us on the mats lingered like a thick fog, making every interaction feel charged with unresolved tension. Kian maintained a cool professionalism during our training sessions, but I could sense his eyes lingering on me a little too long, his touch a little too firm whenever he corrected my stance.Despite my best efforts to ignore it, the magnetic pull between us only seemed to grow stronger.Later that evening, I decided to clear my head with a late-night swim in the indoor pool. The rhythmic laps through the cool water helped ease the tangled knot of emotions swirling inside me.I had just finished my a quick meal and workout when I heard the door to the pool area creak open. Thinking I was alone, I emer
I walked aimlessly down the street, not really paying attention to where I was going. My mind was spinning with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. It all felt like a cruel nightmare, but the duffel bag slung over my shoulder was a painful reminder that it was a harsh reality.Dmitri, my boyfriend of two years, had dumped me so suddenly and callously. One moment we were making dinner plans for the weekend, and the next he was screaming at me to get out. The look of cold disdain in his eyes as he handed me the check will haunt me forever. I gave him everything—my love, my trust, and my body. And he threw it all away, all for that whore who stood by his side with the most disgusting smirk I wanted to wipe off so badly.I stumbled upon a park and collapsed onto a bench, succumbing to the torrent of tears I’d been holding back. My sobs echoed through the empty place as darkness fell. How could he do this to me? What had I done so wrong to make him stop caring? These questio
I woke the next morning still uneasy about the interactions I witnessed at the bar the night before. Something didn’t seem quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what was bothering me. I hoped that with the light of day, things would appear more normal, but deep down, I had a nagging feeling of unease.Shaking off my worries, I went through my morning routine and headed back to work. As soon as I walked in the door, I could sense a strange tension in the air. The staff were whispering to each other more than usual and giving me odd looks. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable vibes, I tied on my apron and got to work, setting up for the afternoon shift.The first few hours passed in a blur of mixing drinks and running food to tables. Business was slower than the day before, but the clientele seemed even more eccentric and unbridled in their behaviour. I felt eyes watching my every move as I served drink orders. A few men lingered too long, making inappropriate comments, whe
As the clock ticked closer to closing time, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled deep in my stomach. The air in the club felt heavy with tension, and the whispered conversations among the staff only added to my unease. Despite my best efforts to push aside my worries and focus on my work, the nagging sense that something sinister was happening beneath the surface lingered.As the last few patrons finished their drinks and made their way out, the club’s doors were locked with a finality that sent a shiver down my spine. I exchanged uneasy glances with my coworkers, but none of us dared to voice our concerns aloud.Before I could gather my thoughts, Jeremy appeared at my side, his expression grave. “Isadora, come with me,” he said, gesturing towards a hidden passage at the back of the club. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I followed him, my heart pounding in my ears.The passage led us down a dimly lit staircase, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. M
Kian’s face hardened as he regarded the newcomer, his eyes narrowing with barely concealed hostility. “Viktor,” he greeted, his tone clipped. “I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.”The man named Viktor let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Surely you didn’t think you could keep your little… soirée hidden from me, did you?” His gaze drifted towards me, and I felt a wave of unease wash over me. “And who is this lovely creature?”Before Kian could respond, Viktor stepped forward, closing the distance between us in a few strides. I shrank back instinctively, my heart hammering in my chest as he reached out and grasped my chin, tilting my face towards his. His touch was rough, calloused, and I fought the urge to recoil.“Such beauty,” he murmured, his eyes raking over my features with a hunger that made my skin crawl. “I can see why you coveted her, Kian.”Kian bristled, his jaw clenched tightly. “She belongs to me, Viktor,” he growled, his tone laced with warni