Alex:I’ll be home
soon Baby.
Just as I am about to type something else to him that I am sure will make him blush beautifully, A sharp ring cuts through the quiet.
My office line.
I press the speaker button with a sigh. “What again, Ashley?”
“Mr. Petrov,” Ashley’s crisp voice comes through, calm and professional as always. “Vera is here to see you.”
Just like that, the warmth drains out of me.
My jaw clenches. I stare at the phone a beat too long before answering.
“Let her in.”
It doesn’t even take a full minute.
The door swings open without hesitation, like it always does with her.
Vera steps in with the kind of self-assurance that fills the room before she even speaks. Designer heels clicking softly against the floor, slim black coat hugging her body, long red hair swept back from her sculpted face.
She doesn’t speak at first. She just walks in like she belongs.
She used to.
She takes the seat across from me, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze sliding over me with practiced ease.
Then she sighs. Long and low.
“It’s been months, Alex,” she says finally, her voice smooth but edged with something sharper, almost like a blade dressed in silk. “Seriously… when am I coming back to your bed?”
I tilt my head at that. Let the silence stretch. Then, lean back in my chair, gaze locked on her cold and unreadable.
She doesn’t flinch.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls. My texts. Every single way I’ve tried to reach you,” she says, her Russian accent curling deeper with restrained frustration. “This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other.”
I arch a brow. “Any idea why you’re saying that like we were ever together?”
She narrows her eyes.
“It seems you keep forgetting I made it clear from the start—it was just sex,” I add, voice flat. “You agreed to that. You kept coming back, knowing exactly what it was.”
“Yeah. No shit, Alex.” Her voice sharpens. “I know it was just sex. But you let me come back anytime I wanted. You never said no before. So tell me why now? Why him?”
I say nothing at first. Just breathe slowly. Evenly.
“I ended things with you,” I remind her. “I told you not to come back.”
Vera’s eyes darken.
She draws in a slow breath, then leans forward arms folding over her chest like armor.
“So, what?” she says, voice laced with sarcasm. “He’s that good in bed, you had to get rid of me?”
I scoff.
