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The only thing Khristian can have is my body. And that I give to him willingly.
I lie in bed unable to sleep. I toss and turn. For over an hour I’ve been lying here, trying to slow my mind. Each time I do, I’m reminded just how embedded Khristian is into my brain.
I give up, grabbing my phone off the nightstand as I start to scroll. I get bored and then an idea strikes me.
I google Khristian Petrov. He’s not an easy man to get information on, but when I click on images, I see a bunch of photos before my eyes.
In most of them he has a beautiful woman on his arm… then I notice her a lot.
She’s attractive and nothing like me. Leggy. Blonde. She has a nice smile. He looks younger though; much younger. I frown. She must have been his girlfriend or maybe even his wife, but I notice that after a while, the photos of her stop.
The most recent ones are of him at a Gala, then a charity auction, both of which he has a different woman on his arm. One named Claudia is photographed a lot.
Busy guy.
Something below catches my eye and I frown when I click the article.
Russian Mogul and heir to the Aleksander Petrov fortune survives fiery crash… finance and unborn baby die…
I press a hand over my mouth. Oh. My. God.
I can’t read fast enough.
…. Sources close to the couple say they were to be married in the spring, just after their baby was due to be born. Nina Nomanski was a highly acclaimed public relations manager for top firm…
I can’t help the tears in my eyes. He lost his finance and their baby? In a car crash?
How completely devastating for him. I feel a cold shiver run through me.
I check the date on the article… fifteen years ago. I click his bio and it says he’s forty-two.
I also realize he’s twelve years older than me.
I don’t know how to feel knowing this information. When I’ve been around him, I have felt an almost dark cloud surrounding him. Not that he wears his heart on his sleeve.
Aside from making me tell him what I want him to do to me, he’s a closed book.
I feel so heartbroken for him, not that I can even grasp such a horrible thing happening.
I’ve also noticed he’s a workaholic. I can tell right away that he throws himself into work and expects nothing less than perfection from his employees.
A big red flag waves in my face, screaming that this is not a good idea. It can only end in tears, and they won’t be Khristian’s.
I want to know so much more about him. Has he had a relationship since? How did he deal with all of that?
Seeing Khristian as a family man has me reeling. He’s such a playboy. That’s all I’ve really ever seen him as since I met him, for understandable reasons. But now there is this other side… at one point in his life, he was ready to settle down and marry, start a family. And then they died.
I feel a thud in my chest as I imagine poor Khristian surviving the crash and learning that his finance and their unborn baby didn’t make it. Why is the world so cruel?
When I finally fall asleep, I know I’m going to be dreaming about Khristian.
There is no escaping the fact that he’s not just under my skin now — he’s embedded into my soul.
Khristian’s eyes skim over my skirt as I greet him and Doris when I arrive the next day.
Doris smiles warmly, “Good morning, Imogen. So nice to see you again.” She’s such a pleasant woman. “I’m glad to see Mr. Petrov came to his senses and hired you immediately.”
God. Does she have any idea about us? If she does, she doesn’t let on.
