Vanya POV
I didn’t want to kick her out of my office. I wanted her in my lap, me trailing kisses all over her face. But my inner conscience told me not to go too far.
So I didn’t.
I grab the phone and dial the secretary and say, “Anika, go tell Ms. Ich that she will be going to my mansion in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.” she says and I hang up.
Zariha’s POV
“He said what!?” I yell at the woman
“Ma’am, he said you were to pack anything you need, and go to his mansion.” she says again and I ignore her.
“Fine.” I growl and slide into my Lamborghini and speed off.
“Where the hell are you going!?” Amin yells and slaps me.
“I have to leave. It’s for your own safety.” I mumble and he grabs my chin.
“You are not leaving, bitch.” he says and kisses me roughly.
“Amin! S-s-stop!” I cry as tears pour down my cheek from both the slap and the harshness of his hand grabbing my cheek.
Alcohol reeks from his mouth as he kisses me.
I hear a loud bang and Amin pulls back quickly to look at the door.
“Vanya!” I yell his name in Russian as he takes in the scene.
“Chto za chert?” he growls and launches toward Amin.
“Izbavit'sya ot nego” I tell him and move out of the way as Vanya continuously punches Amin.
He pulls out a gun and I flinch slightly when the bullet goes through Amin’s head.
Vanya stands up and pulls me to his chest.
"I knew something was wrong." he whispers sorrowfully in my ear.
I wrap my arms around his back and let the tears flow.
“I- he- he was going to..” I couldn’t get the words out, but I knew he knew what I was trying to say
“Please, come back to my mansion. No rules, and partial freedom.” he asks and I slowly nod.
“I will. I can do as I wish, but will still follow your manner.” I say and pull from the embrace.
“Deal.” he walks down the hall and enters the bedroom, me trailing behind him.
“What the hell?” he says and I walk in. “What the hell did he do to you!?”
I looked around slowly.
“I- this isn’t my stuff.” I saw new stuff strewn around.
I saw sex toys and outfits strippers would wear.
“He was gonna make me use these.” I mutter and go through the clothes I owned.
“Not gonna lie, some of these do look pretty sexy.” I say and laugh at my craziness.
I turn around and see Vanya stuffing an outfit into a bag he brought.
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