KatyaFor the second time in the duration of hours, Kyrian stood in front of my office table, his hands clasped together awkwardly,"Are you sure you will be alright for the rest of the day, ma'am?"There was a hint of worry in his tone, as well as a stretched awkwardness between us.I looked up from the multiple tabs on my screen, removing myself from the sham of a work I had been pretending to be at for hours.It was all to distract myself from picking up the phone close to me and dialing Ferrara,Or that private number, which not even my high tech security team could trace.It was just like everything in my life these days;Confusing jumbles of dead ends.My head hurt and the dull ache in my heart throbbed, growing into a full sized tremor.And problem was, with all the problems I was facing in my life, I still wanted to call the one man in the centre of them all, and ask what was so important for him to miss dinner.I was also heavily tempted to show him the picture and ask what h

FerraraOne thing was clear tonight,Katya Petrov fucking crippled me.She turned me into this possessive whiny shit I couldn't recognize anymore.I wasn't the one in control anymore even as I plundered her delectable soft lips with reckless abandon, my fingers roaming around her body like a deranged man, searching for something.I only forced my lips away from hers for some seconds to pull off the rest of our clothes, yet my body was already fucking trembling to be inside her.And if it were some base physical need, it would have been damn way easier to deal with.But hell no, it had never been just about sex with Katya.Even the mere sight of her with pink swollen lips and dilated pupils as her unsteady fingers fumbled with my tie was a hell of a turn on.I took her lips, because goddamn right, they were mine, and I trailed down my tongue to taste the sweet flesh of her neck and move down to her breasts, tearing a moan from her beautiful lips."Ferrara..." She panted for breath as s

Two weeks Later Katya"I like my new room! And I love mommy and daddy!" Christopher rushed towards me, wrapping his small arms around me in an embrace.His happiness was everything to me, as I had been worried since I agreed to Ferrara's request to move in with him.Although my son had been nothing but enthusiastic when I talked to him about it, there had still been a part of me that worried it might affect him.But well, he was already jumping the expansive room which had his favourite toys and games, and walls decorated in his favourite colour and TV shows."I'm glad he likes it."I hadn't heard Ferrara step into the room, but I wasn't startled on hearing his voice.His presence filled my heart with warmth, and when he came behind me, placing his hand on my waist, I felt those butterflies like I was falling in love for the first time,But I also felt a sense of comfort and protection."Yeah, you did a good job with the decoration and everything. Thank you, when did you get back?"

FerraraMy hand was inside my suit jacket, my vision as clear as a night owl's.I had one thing in mind;Get the bastard who had blown up my ship and teach them a lesson, after I got the location of my crew of course.To protect Katya, I hadn't informed her about the abduction, or the fact that my security team had intercepted the IP address of the culprit by tracing the shattered bomb detonator we had found at the scene to them.That was how I had been made aware of this meeting tonight.Thank fuck that she had series of work at the office or I would have had a field day explaining myself without lying to her.It was already enough that I was keeping a secret to protect her, and now this...The sound of a door being opened slowly drove me out my mental train of thoughts, reminding me of where I was,At the abandoned warehouse where Katya had almost shog my brains out.The memory brought a smile which made itself comfortable on my face, accompanied by thoughts of seeing her tonight af

Katya"Take them to the guest house, I will enjoy having a little chat with them."Lips coated in matte red lipstick,Finger nails in a similar shade of ornamental red,No visible mark on her body to make her distinguishable...Except the roughness of her nails which not even her nail polish could conceal.My eyes narrowed, focusing on them for a moment as I recognized her hands for what they represented,The hands of a pro gun handler,She was a professional assassin.And I knew the meaning of those words, more than anyone else.Fuck.This wasn't looking good at all.My eyes darted towards Ferrara, meeting that gaze which was usually filled with sexy arrogance.He didn't look in control now, In fact, his expression made me feel worse, knowing how much we were screwed."Take their guns."The woman instructed the masked men, and dug into the pocket of her leather pant, fishing out a chewing gum.Then she turned her attention to me, cocking her head to the side as she held it out towar