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

David’s POV.The entire ride to the gym was laced with silence but then that fucking chemistry was palpable.I couldn’t stop stealing a glance at Vera while I twirl the steering. Thank goodness I didn’t get us into an accident. It would have been worse.Vera’s body is blessed with everything a woman needs. The way her boobs wrap around the sports bra was so amazing.Without even trying, she got me horny. Hell, it was punishment taking that ride with her and my cock was stiff as a rod.That’s the main reason I split ways with her the instant we arrived in the gym.Those who came for yoga class pile up in a corner and Vera decides to join them.I thank heaven she isn’t here with me. I can’t imagine seeing her porcelain skin glistening with a sheen of sweat or watching her sports bra drenched, making her God-given breasts transparent enough for me to see.Trust me, I won’t be as concentrated as I am now if she’s here.I groan, tugging on the pull-down machine, my biceps and shoulders f

David’s POV. I scamper away from the sweet temptation and run outside. My cock pitching a tent against my shorts. Shit, sweat from nowhere cloud my skin. Vera…the girl is a flame licking my skin. I don’t know how to stop it all. I avoided her for a month, am I about to stop now? I think seamlessly as I bound outside to the room I was exercising in. If I wasn’t interrupted by Claire I’d havefucked Vera. I’d have proved to her I’m not avoiding her because she isn’t woman enough. That’s not it. First, this thing between us is a taboo. For second, she won’t be able to kept a tight lid on this naughty relationship and it’ll cost us both our lives. I don’t know how to explain things to her. If I do, then she'll realize her background. She'll be scared shitless living through her life activities. I don’t want that for her. Thank goodness forClaire’s call. It’s a life saver. “Hey, sweetie!” Claire’s voice bounces across the room, reaching my ears. I twirl to see her

Vera’s POV.“So…what’s next?” Sage asks the instant Andrei pulls the car into Anita’s house. I briefed Sage on my reason for coming to the party because she suffocated me with questions when she came over to the house.I know Sage wouldn’t let me proceed with anything until I tell her. So, yeah, I let her know about my counter with David and his obvious rejection.I let her know that Claire wants to fill in the space I want for myself in David’s life and I can’t allow it.I know I kinda sounded crazy but it was because I was desperate and I babbled everything I could.For something like an eternity, Sage was watching me like I had lost a nut in my head. But her reactions afterward proved me wrong.No. My BFF sympathized with me. She embraced me, showing her full support.To show more support over this, Sage made me change the dress I was supposed to wear into something hotter. Very, sinfully, sexily hot.A dress that had Andrei looking at me twice. The instant I milked that reaction f

Vera’s POV. He walked away with her. With that devil in sheep’s clothing. With that slut!My heart hit thunderously against my chest. I hate this feeling but it won’t stop.Not even when I’m bumping my ass on Mr. Ethan’s manhood. Everything I’m doing here, I’m not aware of it. I’m just angry.I feel down. All I keep thinking is how inadequate I am for David.How he prefers another woman to me.I can’t help it.Who knows what she’s doing to him?Who knows how he’s taking her from behind…or on top of her or from the side.Jeez, these images fill my mind.I don’t know when Ethan skates his hands up to my breasts and presses.I swallow as he pulls me closer, not aware of the tears aiming to force their way out of my eyes.His stubble—his gray stubble bites into the skin of my neck as he kisses me.I close my eyes but not from the sweetness of his touch. No. It’s me trying to stop the tears from falling.I can’t describe how much I want David. How much I want him to reciprocate this fire