Chapter Eight
Varya
Little flashes of light is what wakes me up from my slumber. A deep slumber I never expected to have at such a weird time in the day.
My body is jolting from left to right as if I’m in a moving vehicle. My panic begins to rise quickly. Jesus! Where the hell am I?
With a lot of caution, I open my eyes. I don’t want to bombard my senses by opening them too quickly and make a noise. Wherever I am, and whomever I’m with, had managed to keep everything a secret.
“Looks like she’s waking up. Just in time, too,” a gruff voice filters into my brain.
I shake my head out of defiance and to clear it. Am I hearing things or is someone really talking to me? Jesus. On top of sleeping at a weird time, I’m now hearing things.
“Where am I?” I mutter to myself more than anyone else.
“You’re about to find out,” the same gruff voice says. A veil is put over my head as the car begins to slow down. I try not to panic even though I want to. There is something about this that has y anxiety on full blast.
With a jolt, the car stops making my newfriendshuddle me out of the car up a few stairs until we reach wherever we are. I have lost all track of time and nothing is making sense to me.
The hands that are gripping my arms bring back an onslaught of memories I didn’t realize I have already suppressed. Jesus! I was kidnapped out of my own home from under the bed like I’m so little kid.
I hear the door open which causes me to panic even more. In the car, while we were moving, I felt safe. At this new place, I have no idea what is about to happen to me.
“Put her in my office,” a sexy, velvety voice states with way too much confidence. The voice jolts me to my core and sends electricity through my whole body.
The heat from the man in front of me is tickling my senses and nerves as he leans in closer to me. I can smell his rich, expensive cologne through the veil on my head. My body is super charged in a weird way after what has happened to me.
“Come on, princess. The boss wants you in his office.”
If I would have been braver, I would have fought and argued about being called a princess. I’m not a princess. Sergei never treated me like one; he treated me more like a commodity.
The velvety man in front of me takes a step back from me and I can smell his cologne still lingering through the veil. What the hell is wrong with me? They have kidnapped me out of my home and I’m turned on by some faceless man.
I’m a fucking wreck. A sheer wreck.
“Right this way, princess,” the gruff man holding my arm addresses me. He pushes me from behind until I’m running into a chair. “Sit down.”
I’m fumbling trying to find the part of the chair I’m supposed to be seated in. Then I smell the gorgeous cologne with the delicious voice entering the room.
“Are you Varya Markov?” The man asks.
“Uh,” I stutter. The last time I was asked these questions, I ended up getting slapped by Sergei. “Uh…”
“It is a simple question. You will not lie to me. I know the answer to the question but I want you to admit it,” the man states.
“Yes,” the word is pulled out of me. Something I never expected to happen to me. I never expected to be caught under someone’s spell like this before. Who am I becoming?
A snap is made into the room breaking me out of my self-loathing. Jesus. What is wrong with me?
All of a sudden, the room is bathed in a dull light just enough for someone to see. I’m looking around the room, trying to change my desire to a man who is probably the reason why I’m kidnapped in the first place.
“Look at me,” the man’s voice commands.
I’m powerless to stop myself from looking at him. What I see is something I have never in my life witnessed.
The man seated behind the large, dark mahogany desk, has a peppering of grey hair through his thick dark hair. His eyes are piercing blue; they cut right through me. His face is chiseled in a model like way with just enough of danger to make girls fall for his charm.
Then his lips curl into a smirk which promises dangerous and tempting things he will do to me. I’m a damned fool because it sounds amazing.
