I looked at the time again 5:20pm on the clock, making my pacing come to a hah. I ran my fingers through my hair and stared at the da somehow apprás right then and fire me.
1 let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, dragging a hand down
It was still raily. Way ton early.
I was working myself into a frenzy over nothing.
Three more hours.
Three more hours of pacing, worrying, imagining every terible il
thing that might happen when Alessandro finally comes back home.
Ink down the bed and I glanced at the clock again, just to torture myself. 5:21 PM.
Brilliant.
I rubbed my hands together, trying to focus. I could lay Alessandro’s bed. I could shower. I could do something instead of sitting here like a nervous wreck.
But my body wouldn’t move. It was like part of me was frozen, trapped in this unbearable waiting
Waiting for Alessandro.
What the hell was 1 so nervous for? I didn’t know if it was because he found out I get completely wasted on Jack’s birthday, or because someone might’ve seen me with these two girls and turned it into a PR nightmare… or because I hadn’t seen him in weeks. And the last fine 1 had seen him, he left so abruptly, I thought I’d pissed him off in the early morning.
Seconds passed. Then a minute. Then another. Until it became too much.
Working in the studio today, all day had been hell. I had pushed myself harder than 1 should have, trying to be perfect, trying to erase the warning from Alessandro.
Despite everything I collapsed my head on the pillow, overwhelmed by stress, lack of sleep, and exhaustion from filming all day for the next episode.
I tried to sleep but the clock ticked louder. The air in the room seemed to grow thinner, heavier, pressing down on me until my heart raced against my ribs.
Everything was too much but still I forced myself and slept
The sound of a knock on the door sliced through the silence like a blade.
My eyes shot open immediately as my heart began to beat more faster. I had fallen asleep, Finally, only to be jolted awake by the very thing I had been dreading.
The knock.
Loader this time.
I fioze, the remnants of sleep fading instantly. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my ears, the rush of blood in my veins as panic gripped me.
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to face whatever was waiting on the other side of that gətir,
Another knock
I glanced at the clock.
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8:00 PM
It was time. I quickly pushed myself up and can mit of Alexandon’s bedroom to the living room where the round on the door war com
The only question that was in my head was “why didn’t the worker open for Alexandre?”,
Did he fire them already for allowing lack in his house?!
And why didn’t he epen the door himself?!
I gripped the handle tightly and opened the door, but not before taking a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I stood tall. I looked straight ahead.
And yes Alessandro stood there
The moment I opened the door fully, his cold grey eyes locked in in, dracing over every inch of me with that familiar look of disappointment.
Alessandro didn’t say anything at East. He didn’t have to. His expression said it all.
He was brous,
I held his stare, trying not to flinch but when he stepped inside, I stumbled back automatically, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs.
He walked in without a word. I shut the door behind him and followed him into the living room, the very spot I’d spent the last hour losing my mind. waiting for this exact moment.
I watched as he removed his trench coat and folded it over a chair. He unbuttoned his blazer, still not looking at me, and then sat down on my sofa with casual dominance.
I stayed standing, paralysed.
He sat there, silent, like a king waiting for his subject to grovel. His legs spread slightly apart, elbows resting on the armrests, fingers loosely steepled together. Watching me.
Judging me.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. Every instinct in use screamed to speak, to apologize, to explain, but my mind was blank. Nothing I could say would make this better.
Come on, Nikolai…don’t let him scare you. You’re a man, aren’t you? I wanted to scream at myself.
I forced myself to move, walking out and sitting beside him. I tilted my head, trying to read him, only to find he was already looking at me, with a stare that made my bones feel like for
“i know you’re mad… so just get it over with
I balled my lists tight, bracing for the blow.
* I muttered, jaw cleriched. “I know I messed up. If you’re here to drop me from the agency, just do it already.”
But it didn’t come
Instead, Alessandro sighed and stood up, making me, look up at him in confusion
“I’m not here to fire you, Nikolai. He used my name… not Mr. Nikolai. “I don’t care what you do with y hear excuses about you breaking your contract by drinking.“
your filends in your spare time. Nor do I want to
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but before I could speak, he stepped forward, grabbed me by the shirt, and yanked me to my feet.
He pulled me inches from his face, eyes glazing down at me with a chill that made my palms sweat and my legs tremble,
“What really pisses me off is how you still do grasp the situation you’re in,” He said coldly, his grip tightening
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I swallowed hard, pressing a hand against his chest, “What… what Kituation?” I asked, somehow managing to krep our volte entity.
His other hand shot up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. My breath hitched.
“You’re mine, Nikolai” he growled, volce low and possessive.
My eyes went wide. I stared up at him, my heart pounding so violently I was sure he could feel it through my ribs.
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