Styling event.

Anastasia POV:

I woke up satisfied. Last night was hot and erotic. His long and thick fingers made me see stars. I touched the space beside me but it was cold. He must have already gotten up. I forced my eyes to open and looked around, only to find him sitting at the single seater in our room, his gaze plastered on me and the corner of his lips slightly raised up. The man was amused.

I really need a drink.

My lips pursed into a thin line and I sat up. "Good morning." I said to him in a half sleepy voice.

"How are you doing?" He got up, flaunting his perfectly sculpted body and the ripped muscles.

"Never been better." I blurted. Ryan instantly turned around to look at me. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood in my mouth and then, his melodious chuckle resonated in the air.

I hid my face in my palms, my face was burning and there was no way I could tolerate his intense stares on myself.

"You have disappointed me greatly." I heard the ruffling of the things along with his