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She snorted as she put on her sweatshirt. “I haven’t been able to feel my feet in years,” she joked.
I chuckled. It was the beginning of spring, but in New York that meant that the weather could be anything.
“Break a leg!” I called out. As I heard the door slam, I felt my shoulders sag a bit. I loved Julia. She was my dearest friend, and someone who I’d been able to count on at the lowest point of my life. But she didn’t really know me.
She knew Annie. A girl who was down on her luck, trying to find her way in the big city. But that wasn’t who I really was.
I was Anastasia Ivanov. I’d been groomed since birth to be the wife of Nikolai Petrov, the heir to the Bratva. But he’d betrayed me, tried to kill me, and now, I wasn’t sure who the hell I was.
I just knew that there was no way I would ever go back to the Bratva. No matter how desperate my life became. I was Annie now.
CHAPTERTWO
“Come back to bed baby,” Alice or, maybe, Alicia called out in a sleepy voice. I wasn’t sure her name. Not totally. We’d met at a bar last night, and I hadn’t bothered learning too much of her life story. She’d been annoyingly easy, and I was too stressed to try and give a damn.
Looking in the mirror, I straightened my tie. It was a red and white striped tie. Coupled with my navy suit, I looked liked the perfect all-American attorney, which was exactly what I wanted.
“It’s so early,” the woman said. I looked at her through the mirror. She’d made herself at home in my bed. Her naked body was stretched out. Her nipples were peaked out through my black, silk sheets.
Her bottle blonde hair was still as perfect as it had been last night, but her makeup was smeared across her face. She looked like every other New York chick.
I reached over to grab my wallet from my dresser. “Here,” I said, throwing a few twenties on the bed. Alicia’s eyes widened. “This should cover your cab.”
Her brown eyes looked narrowed as she sat up on the bed and grabbed the sheet to her chest, hiding her breasts from view. “What the fuck?” she asked. She grabbed the money and counted.
Last night, I’d noticed that she was trying to portray a wealthy woman. She was in a bar frequented by New York elite. She’d been in a designer dress, but her purse had been a knock off, and her boots had been scuffed.
My wardrobe cost more than most people’s homes, so I’d learned to spot fakes a long time ago. This woman wasn’t wealthy. She was hoping to find a meal ticket in one of the bars, which made her an easy target.
“Take the money,” I told her.
Her cheeks were pink in indignation, and I sighed. I could tell that she was going to start throwing a fit. Wouldn’t be the first time. The problem was that I didn’t have time to deal with hysterics at the moment. Looking at my watch, I sighed. “How long is this going to take?” I asked. “I’ve got a meeting.”
Alicia’s cheeks reddened. “You’re an ass,” she said.
I didn’t argue with her as I grabbed my suitcase. I should probably stick around to make sure that Alicia actually left, but I knew she would. She was embarrassed. She’d call me an asshole to her friends and recount our night in bed, but I was pretty confident that I wouldn’t hear from her again.
I walked out of the door and into the elevator of my building. I was in the penthouse–one of the few concessions I made, outwardly at least. My mother was born into one of New York’s oldest families, and while my father had been firmly middle class, my mother made sure that I’d enjoyed the finer things in life.
“Good morning, Mr. Wright,” the doorman said, nodding to me slightly.
I smiled. Henry had been working the building since my mother purchased the place. He was old enough to be my grandfather, but I felt a kinship with him. “Hey, Henry,” I said. I walked closer, so that no one could overhear us. “I’ve got a friend upstairs. She should be leaving shortly…” I trailed off as Henry chuckled.
This wasn’t the first time that I had asked Henry to take care of one of my evening companions.
“It’s no problem, sir,” he said. “I’ll make certain that she gets home safely.”
I started out the door. “I owe you a hell of a Christmas gift,” I hollered from the street. I didn’t need to turn back to know that Henry was laughing.
I bound down the street heading towards my favorite coffee place. I was in desperate need of caffeine. Last night had been a late one. I smirked as I thought about the way Alicia had bent. I’d fucked her three times. Once across my couch. A second time against the bedroom wall, and finally, in the bed.
I’d been down for a fourth, but between the continuous orgasms and the whiskey, she’d passed out before we could get to it. I’d rubbed one out in the shower before catching a few hours of sleep.
Normally, I kept my escapades to the weekends. My job required late hours, and my full attention. But I’d needed to destress, and sex was one of the only ways I knew how to do it. A beautiful woman was a balm for the soul.
My phone vibrating in my pocket brought my attention back to the time, and I sighed as I walked into the coffee shop. Looking around, I spotted the person who was blowing up my phone.
“Bout fucking time,” Marcel said, as I walked towards the table he was occupying. It was the same one as always––one in the far-left corner too far for anyone to hear our conversation, but close enough to have an unobstructed view of the door.
