Secrets of the Firm

By Elizabeth Belardo

Delightfully collapsing into a refined taste of devout sentiment allows heiress Alexandria Van Sassen to explore her affections in her newfound yet reliable confidant. Her first year attending Columbia keeps her comfortably entrenched in her home cityscape by the absolute determination of entanglement with one of the world's deadliest gangsters. Her captivation of Tomas Dmitri, whose father is the head of one of many Russian Mafia families, is nothing short of expected and discreetly anticipated. Their whirlwind romance must show respect when in the same vicinity of the macabre obscurity lurking within the trusted walls of her very own heart. Treachery prevails, inciting a defensive instinct that will guide her through the unknowingly precarious position she holds between her grandfather and her love. Actions taken by those before her will lay the groundwork for the difficult path she has to take to secure her own birthright, awakening an innate magic sustained with her reverence of complete loyalty toward protecting her family. Many marionettes play the stages of growth she endures on her pilgrimage to becoming the world's most important CEO. Her immediate succession was decided at sixteen, when the cogs of a greater machine began to spin round and round. She learns to balance the interests of the Firm, ensuring its undying success while toying with the beasts of her true love's world, breaking the illusionary glass amid the provocation of an old demon who is unwilling to let go of his stronghold. A world divided into politicians and gangsters can tremulously dictate the balance of power in a matter of seconds. Her new role keeps her on the world stage, while removing the mask tests her quick wit and Tomas's endearing devotion for nothing less than her happiness. Become involved in the blissful love that is tangled within the reach of a heart-wrenching violence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642148466

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Secrets of the Firm

Elizabeth Belardo

Copyright © 2018 Elizabeth Belardo

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64214-845-9 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64214-846-6 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Chapter One

The Celebration

Today was Grandpa’s eightieth birthday, and he planned an extravagant party to celebrate. Today was a happy day for our family, and especially for the Firm. The Firm. I laughed. It was Grandpa’s nickname for the family business, except it stuck. He was only sixteen when both his parents fell victim to the fever, which took them both just days apart. I guess I was lucky to have made it through the majority of my college career before Grandpa thrust this honor upon me. I tossed all night, and my eyes are a little red. He should not have told me before the party, but duty was calling, and I must be there to answer it with a smile on my face.

The grounds flourished with different variations of hydrangeas as the sprawling greens lapped at the marble stone that rose from the lawn and graciously extended its archways to guests as they made their way in and out of the estate. Champagne sparkled in the afternoon light as trays of hors d’oeuvres floated between the guests with ease. This party was one of the biggest events on the social calendar, but I already wanted to leave. I had not even made it out of my room yet. I just stared at my reflection with sad blue eyes, although my reflection had more to offer. It portrayed a beautiful young woman in a long, red Alexander McQueen gown adorning a thin figure. The dress grasped at the tiny curves and illuminated my pale skin. My dark hair sat neatly tucked back into a romantic updo, which allowed for the full view of my face, with flawlessly executed makeup. This party was more than Grandpa’s birthday celebration. I would be inducted into the family business. Tonight Grandpa would announce my succession.

You look beautiful, just like her, a feeble voice whispered.

My grandpa stood in the doorway, his soft demeanor filling the room as his smile widened. I knew what he meant by her. He meant my mother. I could not meet his gaze when he spoke of her. It was still too painful. She and my father had been on their way back home when their helicopter experienced a rotor malfunction, and they were never heard from again.

Look at me, sweet pea, he cooed.

I could not resist his sweet smile as he enveloped me into a tight hug. He smelled like his thick leather library chair. I loved that chair; he always read me stories and taught me different lessons from that chair. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as tears threatened to break the stronghold of my mascara.

It is time to celebrate, sweet pea! he exclaimed, breaking me from my stupor. He kissed my forehead and took both of my hands in his to examine me. He beamed with joy. You have made me so proud. You are a stunning and intelligent young woman. I can rest easily knowing the Firm will be in your capable hands. Your parents would be so proud of you, and I know they are watching over you every day.

He was sweet. All I could do was smile, for I loved him dearly and feared disappointing him.

I just completed the spring term of my second year at Columbia. My current path was to complete my bachelors in biochemistry before planning to work in a lab for my grandfather’s company. Since I was sitting pretty with an A+ average, I thought I was well on my way. Unfortunately for me, the official plans did not involve my working but running the entire company. Life was not fair, but you would never hear me complaining about it. If this succession was best for my family, the Firm, and my grandpa, then of course I would do it. I was a Van Sassen, and it was my job.

A soft tug on my hand brought me back to reality. Grandpa looked back at me, smiling, as we made our way outdoors toward the party. As we closed in, the elegant sounds of strings, glasses clinking, and people laughing filled the air, animating the atmosphere. The sun was brilliant as we took our first steps out onto the veranda, and as soon as we did, the guests all broke into applause. Grandpa smiled, squeezing my hand tighter before releasing them, throwing his hands in the air as a hush fell over the crowd. One of the butlers quickly handed him a microphone and scurried off into the crowd. Although the party was outside, even the birds seemed to be silent when Grandpa spoke. He held some kind of power over crowds of people that impressed me; they all respected him and dared not make a sound during his speech. His presence commended their respect, and everyone knew it. It was a skill I hoped to acquire when my time to give speeches came.

Your applause is too much, really, he began, booming, which frightened some, and they began to laugh. Even though he was eighty, he could still hold his own. There are several reasons I have gathered you here today. I think one of them is for my birthday, but I am so old now I cannot quite remember. He chuckled, which brought on another round of applause and laughter. Grandpa took a moment to cough. He turned to me, pulling me gracefully by the hand up beside him, resting his arm around my waist. Now, here is the true reason you all have been gathered here today! My granddaughter, whom I have had the pleasure to watch grow into the woman you see standing here before me today. He practically beamed at me. I smiled, fighting the tears welling up in my eyes. I know now all of you have been wondering what is going to happen to the Firm once I have—gracefully, might I add—stepped aside. I have the esteemed pleasure of introducing the next generation of the Firm, Alexandria Eloise Van Sassen!

Applause erupted in copious amounts, and I blushed as Grandpa handed me a glass of champagne while grabbing one for himself.

To you, my dear, he toasted, and everyone raised their glasses, taking a drink for the toast.

He looked over me with admiration. The look slowly transformed, sending chills up and down my spine. His eyes narrowed for a brief moment, then the look disappeared as quickly as it arrived. I turned around to follow his gaze, finishing my glass of champagne.

It did not take long for me to realize why his eyes narrowed, for the Dmitri family had arrived. The Dmitris were one of the many Russian crime families—all under wraps, of course. No one would dare call them out in public, for two reasons: they could not afford it, and they would end up missing. Roman Dmitri was a broad-shouldered man with a salt-and-pepper goatee that matched his graying hair. He was in his midfifties but carried himself as if he were twenty years younger. There was a dangerous appeal about him, but he masked it skillfully beneath his smile. His wife, Victoria, was a few years younger but looked just as pristine as he was and covered in gold jewelry. Grandpa had many dealings with the Russian family in the past, although not always a positive experience, but they were old friends who would reminisce of the simple times together. Before politics, they would always say.

Alexandria! Come give your Uncle Roman a kiss. Alexander, you too, now! Roman boomed toward Grandpa and me.

I shared a smile with my grandfather, as we both enjoyed Roman’s company. Grandpa kept a tight hold on my hand as we made our way through the throng of guests into Roman’s open arms. We exchanged kisses on the cheek. He pulled me into a tight squeeze, forcing me to release Grandpa’s hand as he enveloped me even further. I noticed that the ground disappeared as he pulled in upward.

He is waiting for you, Roman whispered in my ear. I could feel his grin as he set me back down to the ground.

My heart leaped through my chest. He made it. I hesitantly looked back to see if Grandpa noticed, and he was too busy observing some of the other women at the party. I could not help but smile.

Thank you so much for coming! It means so much to us, I offered toward them.

My dear, you will learn in time that the people who mean the most to you will always find a place in your heart and to your table. Which means, my sweet, that it is time to feast! Onward to the dining hall! Roman boomed.

I laughed and straightened my dress before checking my reflection in my champagne glass. Roman smiled at me, and I knew that smile of his, but on another face. A face I was determined to find.

Now, let us talk business before we feast, Alexander. We have much to discuss before you fully give the reins to your granddaughter. Roman pulled Grandpa into a hug, and the two sauntered off back into the manor, toward the back wing, where Grandpa’s office was located. Victoria gave me a gentle shove.

This was my break.

I knew where he would be; I just had to get there. With Grandpa distracted, I quickly made my move toward the front of the estate. I made my way through the hydrangeas on the left side of the manor; the bushes concealed us from sight. I had lifted my dress so it would not be caught before realizing that my shoes were sinking into the fresh mulch. I went to lean my hand against the stone to stabilize myself, except I did not meet a cool stone but a hand entangled within mine.

I followed the hand up toward the stunning face of Tomas Dmitri. His short blond hair was tousled gently, and his lips were a slight shade of pink. He was wearing a black suit tailored to perfection with a black collared shirt, the first button of which was undone, just how I liked it. He was just north of six feet two, which put me perfectly at his sculpted chest. He looked enticing, but I knew I would have to wait until we were alone. I met his cool blue eyes with mine, becoming entranced by their beauty. Our hands stayed entwined as he placed his hand into his left pocket and came across a small box. His eyes smiled at me as he pulled out the box, placing it in the center of my hand, closing my fingers around it.

This is for your succession to the family throne, as you would call it. I hope this is congratulations enough for you, darling, he offered gently as he tucked a small stray piece of hair behind my ear. I wanted to get you something that mirrored your beauty, but since it is unparalleled, I settled for something shiny. He took my hand in his and kissed it while never dropping his gaze from mine. He flipped my hand over, brought the box close between us, and opened it. Inside were the most stunning Harry Winston diamond drop earrings. Their beauty was exquisite. I have these saved for a special occasion for both of us, if you do not mind waiting to wear them until then. He spoke firmly but lovingly.

I smiled to thank him, knowing our private time would end soon. I would treasure his presence until we would meet again.

Come with me, my darling, he whispered softly into my skin as he placed gentle kisses down my neck, ending with a small nibble on my ear. I knew he was asking me to go with him physically, and I hated the moment he did that, because he knew exactly what he was doing to me. The heat started to build in my stomach, and my skin gave way to goose bumps at his touch. He smirked, knowing my body’s reaction was to him. His smirk changed into an evil grin that I knew too well. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me into him tightly. Tomas breathed gently into my neck before kissing my jaw to pause at my lips. Our bodies pressed against each other while leaning against the stone of the manor. The sunlight beat down brightly upon us as the bees moved in and around the hundreds of hydrangeas. The sounds of the party made their way out to us as he smiled. He paused for one more moment.

I love you, Alexandria.

Then he kissed me with such intensity that I dropped the earrings to wrap my arms around his neck.

He invoked such a deep passion within me that I could never resist him; it was like poison sinking into my body, making me feel weak. Tomas was not unaware of this occurrence. He broke the kiss to pick me up and press me against the stone, lifting my dress up so I could wrap my legs around him. Once he pressed me between the manor and his body, his left hand cupped my chin, and he gently began to kiss me again. His other hand gave way to darker intentions, producing a multitude of visceral reactions. I felt his soft hand slide to the underside of my thigh, where he let his finger circle the edge of my panties. He broke the kiss with heavy breathing to rest his forehead on mine. Our gaze never faltered, and I knew that if we did not stop now, we would not be able to stop later. Our attraction was palpable, and it had been since the first time I laid eyes on him. His gaze softened, as the same realization washed over him. A tinge of sadness hung in the air. He let me down gently back to the ground before picking up the Harry Winston box from the mulch and placing it in my hand. Smiling up to him, I tightened my fingers around it. I straightened my dress as he smiled down at me.

Not even a hair out of place, love. He stroked my face once more before he kissed my forehead.

I love you more than you know, I reminded him anxiously, locking onto his gaze again.

My darling, our love is undying and will never falter. Worldly relations will never tear us apart. His Russian accent always sent chills up my spine, but in a playful way.

I knew this was where we would part for the rest of the celebration but that I would see him again soon. With a last, parting gaze, he admired my figure before disappearing around the front of the estate. It pained me to watch him leave, but I knew for now that was the best for the both of us.

I made my way quietly back through all the bushes and back onto the veranda, where the celebration was still in full swing. Grandpa and Roman were still missing, so I knew they were deep in the office, conducting business. I grabbed a second glass of champagne and started to mingle with the guests. It was nice to catch up with schoolmates. After the third glass of champagne, I could remember things getting a little fuzzy. I grabbed a few crackers and slices of cheese, spending too much time chatting with the guests to grab something substantial to eat.

Nighttime fell, and the party did not cease but seemed to have opened up even more with a tangible excitement. There were tea lights floating in the pool, while the trees glowed with string lights twisting around their trunks and branches. Food and drinks came out on dozens of trays as the music volume increased to keep people moving. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, except me. The party was too much for me. I could not find Grandpa or Roman, and I knew it would be too dangerous to try to find Tomas tonight. I would just go to bed in hopes that the next morning provided a better result.

Chapter Two

Breathless

Tomas relaxed in the back of his Range Rover as they made their way through the city. The meeting was scheduled for 9:00 a.m. to discuss the possible purchase of another building. His phone rang nonstop all morning, and he was ready to get this over with so he could go home. He opted to only come to the city for a few weeks before he would head back to London. The car slowed down as he peered around the driver’s seat to see why they were slowing. The driver turned before telling him there was a roadblock. He reclined, taking in his surroundings, noticing they were in front of Columbia. School was starting back, accounting for some of the influx of traffic, but he would be late if they sat in this. Tomas tapped his phone on his cheek before sliding it back into his jacket. He was only a few blocks away and could walk at this point. He instructed the driver to turn around before pulling over to the curb. Tomas stepped out onto the sidewalk to discuss the footpath they would take. He looked around, noticing a black town car parked in front of the university. He did not pay much attention at first, but then he became glued as the door opened to let out none other than Alexandria Van Sassen. His breath rushed from his chest, and he loosened his collar from his neck to give him breathing room. His right-hand man, Felix, continued speaking, but Tomas held up his hand to stop him.

She was beautiful, and he was speechless. She waved goodbye to her driver before tugging her bag over her shoulders. Alexandria was five years younger than he was, and the last time he saw her was two years ago, during her parents’ funeral. He had graduated from Oxford when he attended the funeral with his parents. Tomas remembered offering his condolences and shaking her hand as she continually wiped the tears from her face. She had grown a great deal since then. He turned, smiling, walking a few steps, watching her before she disappeared inside. He signaled for Felix to follow him as the Rover disappeared in the opposite direction. Felix joined him on his walk as he placed his phone to his ear. When he heard the phone connect, he exhaled confidently. It is her.

Chapter Three

Courting Rules

It took me about a week to settle into my apartment and the fact that I was a freshman at Columbia. I managed a quaint apartment in the Upper East Side that Grandpa gifted to me for my eighteenth birthday. I was settling in well with my studies and extracurricular activities. I spoke to Grandpa in the morning while I was having breakfast to let him know of my daily activities. My days started by heading out to Central Park to get some exercise. It only took about a week of running in the park for another person to take notice of my running habits. Tomas Dmitri. Our families were very close, and although he was older than I was, we grew up playing together. It was intriguing, to say the least, but I was still unsure as to why he was in the city. The sun weaved through the trees the first time I spotted him on the bench. The air was warm on this September morning, making it a comfortable temperature to jog. I was wearing a hat to cover my bedhead and my face, in an attempt to keep some of my privacy while away from the protection of the estate. He was reading a book, or what looked like it. He attended Oxford a few years prior and had supposedly been on a sabbatical since graduation. Tomas watched me run for a few days before he ever approached me. I was bending over to tie my shoe when I heard him approach. A two-security detail accompanied his stride, staying a few paces behind him. They were dressed in well-tailored black suits, with a noticeable bulge on their hips, no doubt protection for their charge. Tomas was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a V-neck. He looked very polished and effortless.

You know, if you double-knot them, then they will not come untied during your run. His Russian accent preceded him.

I stood up, realizing how much taller he was than me. It had been a few years since I saw him last. Thank you for the advice. I appreciate it, I stated curtly.

He had already been watching me run, and I was still unsure as to why. I started to walk away, but he reached out, grabbing my arm lightly. I studied the trees as I turned around to face him again. This time, I took him in fully, and goose bumps covered my whole body instantly. My reaction did not go unnoticed. I watched a smirk spread across his face, and this bothered me.

Why do you care, Tomas? I retorted.

This surprised him a little, forcing his gaze down to his feet as he laughed. How about we start over? he offered, sticking out his hand as if to shake mine.

I looked at it grudgingly before extending my hand to shake his; except he did not shake it. Tomas brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed it while never losing my gaze. When his lips touched my skin, an electric shock shot straight through my entire body. I jumped a little, and this made his smirk widen even more.

How about, one of these days, I take you out to lunch for us to catch up? It would seem that we both have done some growing since the last time we were together, he cooed to me.

I averted my gaze from his, clearing my throat. He was incredibly intimidating, and it did not help that his pretty blue eyes were set on me. Let me check my schedule, and I will let you know. I smiled, trying to be polite.

Of course, he responded as a smile crossed his face.

I checked my watch. I have to finish my run. Otherwise, I will be late for class. It was nice to see you. I waved before turning on my heel and taking off again. I kept thinking about him the whole way back to my apartment. He was handsome, to say the least, but I shook those thoughts off as I made it back.

The following week, Tomas sent countless letters to my apartment, obtaining my address from his sources, perhaps. They were all lovely, handwritten notes attached to a fresh bouquet of flowers that invited me to dine with him. He was no longer present on my morning runs, but every day came more flowers and more cards. At the week’s end, my apartment started to look like a florist shop.

The following Monday rolled around, and I was thankful to have completed classes for the day. I needed a nap, but I would be joining my study group at the library later. I was exhausted, almost forgetting about Tomas, until he interjected once again. I was walking down the steps toward the street to my town car when I saw him. He was leaning against a brand-new, blacked-out Range Rover with Russian tags. Typical man. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black V-neck, and his hair was tousled slightly to the side. Then he saw me. Dammit. He pushed off his vehicle and strolled nonchalantly toward me.

So I see that you have been receiving my flowers, but I am afraid I have not gotten a response from you, he said in a laughing matter. I knew my face turned red as I nervously glanced down at my feet.

We both knew he caught me. I looked him straight in the face, expecting to tell him off, but when I met his gaze, my knees got a little weak. It was as if gravity had become too much. He was next to me in less than a heartbeat, to hold me up so I would not fall. My cheeks were flushed, but my long dark hair shielded my face. He brought his hand up and tucked my hair gently behind my ear. His finger trailed down my cheek to my chin, then he smirked, pulling his hand away. I was still in his arms as he spoke gently to me.

Please just share one meal with me. That is all I ask of you. If you still have a reason to dislike me after that, then I will walk away forever.

Before I could get my bearings, I had agreed. I whispered, Sure.

He smiled, steadying me completely before backing off to gesture toward his vehicle. I turned to my driver to tell him I had a ride home and not to worry. He agreed before slipping back into the town car and driving away. Tomas proceeded to walk me around the vehicle. He opened the door for me, tucking me in before shutting the door carefully behind me. Tomas walked around the front of the vehicle, speaking Russian to his bodyguards. They nodded and started walking back toward the other side of the street, getting into a black Mercedes.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I was in Tomas Dmitri’s Range Rover.

He swiftly slid into the vehicle, closing the door and starting the engine. It roared to life, and we quickly merged into traffic, becoming a standout attraction among the sea of taxis.

Tomas handled the roads with ease. He was very comfortable, and it was clear he was in his element. He exuded confidence. Looking down at the controls, he smiled at me.

I see you have found the seat warmers already? He laughed playfully.

I was looking out the window when I turned to answer him. It would seem so. Tomas, may I ask you a question? I pried.

His playful demeanor vanished, and he, all of a sudden, became stern. What is it? he questioned.

This frightened me. I think he noticed, because then he immediately softened. I apologize. Please proceed. He smiled at me.

Why have you been so interested in me lately? I only waited a moment before he replied, but I was so nervous it seemed like an eternity.

Lately? He scoffed at the word. Alexandria, I have always admired you from a distance, and now I finally have the chance at making an impression on you. I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, he stated seriously.

I was at a loss for words.

We grew up together our whole lives, we went to school together, and then we separated when he went off to university. I still saw him from time to time with his parents at social events, but we rarely ever spoke about anything important. Grandpa seemed to be trying to steer me clear of him most of the time.

I was deep in my thoughts when his voice pulled me back to him.

Alexandria, what is it? he prodded me as he pulled the vehicle from traffic, parking on the side of the street.

There was a more serious tone in his voice this time; it made his accent a little deeper.

Tomas, the last time I saw you was at my parents’ funeral. We have not had much interaction since then, I stated quickly, fighting the tears welling up in my eyes, thinking about that awful day.

He leaned over the center console, put his hand on mine, and clasped it tightly. This brought my eyes up to his as a tear threatened to roll down my face. He caught it just as it left my eye and wiped it away. He stroked my face, using my chin to pull me closer to him. I understand that it may seem strange that I am approaching you now, but I promise it is for good reason. Every day I grow lonelier without you, and watching you run by me every day is adding insult to injury. No exchanged words, just footsteps, he finished, his Russian accent echoing with regret. I could see it in his eyes, our faces just inches apart from each other, making my mind race.

Something clicked.

I kissed him, causing electricity to buzz through the air. It caught both of us by surprise, but I felt the need to kiss him in that moment. In the back of my mind was a loud voice yelling to stop what I was doing, but I just tuned it out. He made me feel safe. His lips were warm as they caressed mine sweetly. His grip on my chin lightened as his hand shifted to cup my cheek. He brought himself closer to me, allowing our kiss to grow more passionate. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, and my jaw slackened, allowing him to deepen the kiss. A heat started to build in my lower stomach, and my thighs began to get warm.

This was the closest I had ever made it with a man. My whole life, Grandpa shooed the boys away, but I guess Tomas decided he was tired of waiting.

He was gentle as he continued to kiss me. I was feeling brave, letting my hands wander. First, I played with his hair, then my hands made their way down the front of his chest. He broke the kiss as a shiver went down his spine. Our gaze never faltered.

Darling, I must confess that I have to stop here. I apologize for kissing you—that was out of line—but I could not contain myself. Let me take you to get something to eat, and we will have plenty of time to discuss things. His accent was thicker this time.

I smiled, silently amazed at what just occurred. I tucked my hands in my lap and ruefully looked down at them. He shifted us back into traffic, and before I knew it, we had navigated twenty city blocks before we parked in front of a small deli. Tomas grinned at me as he turned off the vehicle. He was at my door in an instant, to open it for me. He leaned in quickly as I unfastened my seat belt. Tomas grabbed my chin, pulled me to him, and kissed me again. He looked back at me slowly, giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He took my hand into his, led me out of my seat, and closed the door behind me. He pulled me next to him and guided me into the little deli. It was small inside, but delicious smells emanated from the kitchen. It was intoxicating.

How did you find this place? I asked, quizzically looking up at him.

He smiled again. My father used to bring me here for lunch when he would do business on this side of town. It is my favorite deli in the city.

Well, then, I cannot wait to try it! I stated sweetly.

He smiled and was looking down at me as if he was going to kiss me again when the owner came from the kitchen and greeted us warmly. Tomas was right. The owner came around and hugged him, speaking in Russian. They had both smiled widely before Tomas looked at me. The owner looked at me, then back at Tomas, and grinned, giving me a hug as well. He finally let go and swiftly made his way back into the kitchen, yelling commands at his staff. I looked around the shop, noticing the different signs all around the place. Exhaustion suddenly washed over me, and I found myself leaning against him. He placed his arm around my shoulder, pulled me in close to him, and wrapped his other arm around me as well.

We spent about an hour chatting as we ate, and I commended Tomas on his lunch choice. He offered to drop me off at my apartment, and I thanked him as he drove me back. We parked out front, but he already knew where I lived.

Do you want to come in? I offered, grabbing my pack.

He agreed before following me inside. I already missed my meeting in the library, but I would just study later.

All his flowers bloomed beautifully in my kitchen, with the notes stacked in a neat pile on the counter. They are beautiful. Thank you, I thanked him politely.

He winked at me before I continued to give him the tour. We had made our way back into the living room before he took a seat on the couch, patting the space next to him. His gaze was always intently set on me, which made me nervous. Butterflies flooded my stomach as I took the seat next to him, tucking my legs beneath me. He was interested in my class schedule, as I listed what I was currently learning. We then decided to watch a movie, and as it started, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. I blushed as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. I laid my head on his shoulder as the movie began, but exhaustion washed over me, causing my eyelids to win the battle.

I sat straight up, looking around my room. The last thing I remembered was starting the movie with Tomas. He must have carried me in here. I listened for a moment, smiling when I heard his voice. I entered the living room to hear him speaking softly in Russian into his phone. His back was to me, but I knew he must have looked angry.

Tomas, is everything okay? I offered, slowly walking up to him.

He straightened up, ending the call. He turned to face me, allowing me to catch a glimpse of anger in his stormy eyes. This look faded as he slid his phone into his back pocket. I am glad you have come back to life. You were out cold. Although now you look well rested, he said surely.

Thank you for taking care of me. I really appreciate it. I do apologize for falling asleep on you today. I was bashful. I was unsure of how to handle myself around him.

Tomas stepped closer to me as I craned my neck back to look up to him. His smile took me by surprise as he swept the hair on my face behind my ear. It was a terrible movie, anyways. You did not miss anything, he cooed to me as he traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

Like I said, thank you for taking care of me today.

He put his finger over my lips to silence me. Never be sorry, darling. He brushed the hair from my face.

There was electricity between us as we stood there together. He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around me as I rested my head on his chest.

This entire day had been a whirlwind. Tomas and I had not really interacted to this depth before today, and I thought of my grandfather, who told me he wanted me to avoid him. I looked into his eyes, witnessing the same thought cross his mind as well.

I know that there will be repercussions of our actions, but do not think for a second that I would ever walk away from you, Alexandria, he said softly, but his accent was still deep. He was so serious with everything he said. That wave of realization washed over me as well, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me even tighter into his chest and kissed my forehead. Before my mother died, she told me that once I had found love, to hold on to it and never let go. She knew how I felt about you when I was twelve years old. I will not fail either of you, that I do promise, he said, his accent the thickest I had ever heard it, but I knew how hard it was to talk about parents, especially when they were gone. I remember attending her funeral with my parents and Grandpa. His distraught face as they lowered his mother into the ground was something I could never forget.

He had been right.

The next morning, I woke up to several missed calls from my grandpa, and it was not even 8:00 a.m. yet. I groaned. My only obligation was one lab around three, so I planned to study in the library for the majority of the day. My first bio exam was the following Wednesday. I figured I would get ready for the day before calling Grandpa back; he was going to be upset regardless if I showered or not.

I turned on the shower and stripped down, smelling Tomas on my clothing. The smell brought back the memories of the night before, feeding an excitement in my soul. It had not been a dream; Tomas Dmitri and I really kissed, and several times, for that matter. I smiled, stepping into the shower, and let the steam take over. I was ready for the day within the hour and ended up in black sweats and a hoodie. If I was going to study, then I wanted to be comfortable. I threw on a little makeup, tugging my hair into a long ponytail. I was slipping on my tennis shoes when Grandpa called again. I answered.

Good morning, my sweet pea! He laughed happily on the other end of the line.

Good morning, Grandpa. I apologize for missing your calls. I fear I overslept this morning. I grinned sheepishly. I began to pack my backpack with my study materials as he started in on me.

So do tell me, sweet pea, how is Tomas Dmitri faring in the big city? he questioned curtly.

Well, I am sure if I asked him, he would be able to tell me, Grandpa, I offered boldly.

He hated when I got sarcastic over the phone with him. Hmmph, well, I figured I could just ask you since you were a passenger in his vehicle yesterday.

Dammit. I knew my driver called him. Nothing was secret in my life, and it was not about to start now. I finished classes for the day when he offered to take me to lunch. I did not want to be rude, so I obliged. It was nothing serious, he just wanted to catch up. We did grow up knowing each other, I huffed.

The phone was quiet, and a knot in my stomach tightened. It is not that I dislike the boy. He is a very refined young man and seems to have his affairs in order. Unfortunately, his family is involved in dark business, and I cannot have you gallivanting off with him on a whim. His voice was a little louder now.

I swallowed, feeling the knot tighten again. Yes, sir, I answered him softly.

Now, dear, please do cheer up. You have a busy day ahead of you, and I want you to be the best you can be! His tone was playful now.

Yes, sir. Thank you, Grandpa. I love you very much, I said quietly.

I love you too, my sweet Alexandria, more than you will ever know, he said sweetly, then the phone line went quiet.

I put my phone in my bag. Ugh. I just wanted to scream. I sighed, slipping my pack on snugly. The last things were my keys and a water bottle before I headed out the door.

My town car pulled up to the university around eight forty-five. I hopped out, instructing my driver to pick me up around five thirty. He agreed, watching me walk into the building before he left, no doubt making sure I did not find myself in trouble or with Tomas. Grandpa warned me, but I did not know if I could heed it, because of my intrigue. Tomas told me he could no longer live without me, and I was determined to find out why.

I found myself at a little table in the back of the library, with my study materials sprawled out all over the place. I was going through flash cards for my test when the chair adjacent to mine moved swiftly backward. Tomas seated himself comfortably, looking over me with admiration. He astounded me every time, and it was hard to organize a coherent thought around him. I cleared my throat, placing my flash cards down on the table.

I did not expect to see you so soon, I whispered.

His eyes smiled at me. Thank goodness I am here, then, to break all your expectations about me. He folded his arms in front of him and leaned over the table. I assume you had some business to deal with this morning? he questioned, testing waters.

I swallowed hard, looking back up at him. I spoke with Grandpa this morning. He was less than thrilled that I have seemed to find myself in your company, I stated matter-of-factly.

He flinched when I said your company, but it was fleeting. He resumed his playful demeanor. I figured as much. My father called to inform me that your grandfather called him last night. He was smirking.

Why was he smirking? Did he find this funny?

I breathed heavily while sitting straight up and letting my hands fall into my lap. Tomas … I am confused. I have known you my entire life, yet I feel as if I am just meeting you fully for the first time. I gasped out before continuing. He enjoyed watching me gather my thoughts. You told me yesterday you could not live without me. Why is that? I trailed off, cautious. His eyes revealed nothing; he was waiting for my questions. If you know how much trouble you are willing to go through to get to me, then why do it? I finished, puzzled.

He took a deep breath and laughed as he looked down at his lap, which caused a few strands of his golden hair to fall into his face. He looked back up at me, charmed. As I have said before, I have waited for an eternity to make my impression. I will not be deterred, he said with finality, his Russian accent protruding in his tone.

Okay, I whispered to him.

He smiled, jumping out of the chair with enthusiasm. He looked at his watch then back at me. It is just now eleven thirty, and I am assuming that you have not eaten lunch yet. He laughed, cocking his eyebrow at me.

I grinned at him. You would be correct in that assumption, Mr. Dmitri, I whispered playfully.

Well, let us gather your things, and we can grab something. I will have you delivered to your lab afterward.

Wait a minute. How did you know about my lab? Do you have my schedule? I questioned him, my eyes widening.

He pulled me from the chair to stand in front of him. I told you I would not be deterred. He kissed my forehead. I went to place it on my back, and he took it and threw it over his shoulder with ease. He smirked at me. You will never lift a finger with me, darling. He grabbed my hand, pulled it to his lips, and gently kissed it. He was always so polite.

We made our way down the back staircase into a street where his Range Rover was obtusely out of place. He put my pack into the back before walking me to the passenger side, where he let me in. He was careful to secure the door before we were off.

For now, we just need to be discreet, he stated surely.

We ate at a little Italian diner before he delivered me back to the university. He took my hand in his to kiss it once more. If you do not mind, can I stop by later to say good night? he asked hesitantly.

I will get home around six tonight, I stated clearly.

He brightened, lifting my pack from the back seat, handing it to me. Until then, sweetheart, he said gently as I climbed out of the vehicle and scurried quickly into the lab building. He drove away slowly, no doubt watching me as I went. It made me giggle.

Lab ended early today, for which I was thankful. I was exhausted and ready for a nap. I was walking toward the exit to find several photographers waiting for me. Great. It was hard enough being in school, but I forgot how crazy the press could get. I resurfaced, or so they say, into the public spotlight since school began. My parents’ death caused quite a commotion about how I would turn out. The stories always included the influence of my grandfather and how I was supposed to be following in his and my late parents’ footsteps. Of course, the day they hounded me, I looked like a homeless athlete.

I stayed right inside the doors and called my driver, who ended up being stuck in traffic ten blocks away. I told him not to worry, that I would find a way back. He protested this. I reassured him that I would call Grandpa before taking a cab home. He relented, but not easily. I dialed Grandpa, walking away from the front doors toward the other side of the building. I had made it out of the building onto a back street when he answered.

Hello, my sweet pea, how are you doing today? he inquired excitedly.

Well, the paparazzi have found me once again. Just thought you should know. I laughed sarcastically.

They were bound to find you again, my sweet, lest we forget who we are, he said, soothing me.

Yes, sir. Well, my lab ended early, and the car is stuck in traffic. I just thought I would tell you I will be catching a cab home, I stated in a rush. I flagged down a cab, pulled my hood over my head, and put my sunglasses on.

The ride home was uneventful as the cabdriver stopped and dropped me off. I checked my watch—only five fifteen now. I had told Tomas I would not be back until six, so that gave me time to shower. I let the steam take over while my muscles relaxed fully. I was able to do a light makeup, and I dried my hair and pulled half of it back out of my face. Six o’clock came and went. I turned on the television to pass the time and ended up dozing off.

A hard knock on my door alerted me. I checked my watch again; it was six thirty now. I got up and answered the door to see Tomas standing before me. He was wearing another pair of dark jeans and a dark-green sweater. His face held a smile, as always.

It seems you have stirred the pot, Alexandria. I apologize for being late, but I had to find a place to park without being noticed. He laughed.

I opened the door all the way and let him inside. He walked straight over to the window, peeking outside. I followed him to see photographers sitting across the street.

Great! As if our meetings were not hard enough to schedule, I sighed, frowning.

He closed the curtains and clapped his hands together. My darling, some advice. Sometimes people will forget who you are and what you can do, and the answer is to remind them, he finished in all seriousness.

Remind them. That was what I would do.

The next few weeks were brutal. There were my midterms to study for, and the paparazzi were hounding me unrelentingly. I made sure every appearance was a perfect one. I was always dressed to impress, my hair and makeup flawless. This did not deter them from getting their picture, but I made damn sure it would be a good one.

One rainy night in the library, I was sitting in front of my laptop, creating a midterm study guide. My water bottle was of notice. It would need to be refilled soon. I closed my eyes, just needing, like, thirty minutes to close my eyes before I would be good to go again. I clicked in around four, and it was now eleven. When I reopened them, I was no longer alone. Tomas had joined me in my brief nap. His two bodyguards were present in the background; this time, I could not see their guns, but I knew they were there.

So how is it that if I sneeze, the media knows, but you seem to slip the bonds of your guards quite frequently? I questioned, closing my laptop.

His gaze stayed on me, but when he raised his hand, the guards disappeared. Darling, they are not here for my protection. He laughed, his accent sounding gruff.

I did not recognize the look in his eyes, but I was not going to push it. Oh, all right. Well, it must be nice to have some time to yourself, I whispered, drowsy now.

Let me take you home, Alexandria. You will not be any good for your midterms if you do not rest. He stood slowly.

I nodded in agreement. I zipped up my rain jacket before standing to gather my things. Once again, he took it from me and then reached out to grab my hand. I slid my fingers in with his, and he squeezed my hand tight. We rode home in silence, just listening to the rain. Our arrival at my apartment was around eleven thirty. He put my pack on the counter and shut and locked the door.

He then scooped me up into a cradle. Ahh! What are you doing? I asked, clearly freaked out.

He laughed, carrying me back to my bedroom and laying me down gently on top of the covers. I was just making sure you got into bed safely, he said softly as he turned on a lamp, shutting off the overhead light.

I plugged my phone in and took my shoes off sleepily. Tomas was patient while I hurried through my nightly routine. I did not want to keep him waiting. He helped tuck me into the covers and whispered, Good night, sweetheart. He kissed my forehead.

I reached out and grabbed his hand. Tomas … will you stay with me, please? I asked softly. I was not sure what his response was going to be.

His whole demeanor softened. Yes, sweetheart, if that is what you prefer, then I can stay with you. He shed his layers and his shoes, crawling into the other side of my bed. He lay down next to me, propping his head up on the pillow.

I just feel safer when you are here, I whispered.

He answered me by kissing my cheek, but I turned my face and met his lips with mine. His hand clasped my face as his tongue begged for permission. I granted it. Our kiss became impassioned. He was hiding something, but if it was his family business, then I did not want to know. I scooted closer to his body as we kissed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. The heat between us grew as he squeezed my ass. I giggled into his lips, which he took as a good sign. There was something about him I just could not resist, and it amplified the electricity between us. I let my hands wander down his stomach, causing him to shudder. He looked back, quietly breathing and with wide eyes.

What is it? I asked.

He looked down at my hand, looking back up at me again. He bit his lip, and I could not take it anymore. I kissed him hard. He moved toward me, shifting his body weight to mine. He pulled my legs around him, and I wrapped them tightly around his waist. I could really feel him now. My hands went to his hair and his neck. I could not stop touching him—it was intoxicating. He pressed his hips deeper into mine with urgency, and I could feel him thickening in his pants.

I froze.

I had never been intimate with a man before.

He sensed it and pulled back to look at me.

I am sorry, but I have never been with a man before, and I am not ready …, I trailed off, embarrassed.

He smiled, rubbing my hair back from my forehead, kissing my skin. He rolled from me, tucking me to his chest in a tight cuddle. He kissed my ear then whispered, My darling, then we will continue to wait together.

He erased my panic with a question. Have you never been with a woman?

His blue eyes glittered. No. I knew that the treasure I sought was far greater than any other flesh. I loved the silk in his voice.

I looked up to him with a smile. I kissed his lips gently, resting next to him.

Good night, sweetheart. He kissed me, dimming the lights.

I woke up the next morning to find myself ensnared in his arms. The clock told me there was another hour before I needed to begin my morning. I also noticed that he had stripped down to his boxers. His skin was warm, and I watched his chest rise and fall. His breathing was quiet. He was peaceful. I do not think I had previously witnessed him that still before. I kissed his chin, which stirred him. He opened his eyes, looking down at me. I loved his eyes; they always held so much warmth for me.

Good morning, my darling, he said softly, his accent making his voice sound very gruff. He cleared his throat.

Good morning, I whispered into his neck before I kissed it.

He wrapped his arms around me to pull me into his chest. I giggled, kissing him.

Tomas, you seem very excited to see me this morning. I smirked, pointing down to his briefs.

He rolled his eyes before he answered. Well, it seems I slept with you in my arms for the entire night. Could you blame me?

I laughed, kissing him again. He tasted sweet.

We both ended up getting out of bed so I could begin my routine for the day. He let me shower while he redressed in his clothes from the day before. I was alone, finding my apartment empty following my shower. Tomas was no longer there. I pouted the entire time. I was getting ready to leave, grabbing my keys, when a hard knock came from the door. Before me stood Tomas, freshly showered and dressed, with coffee in each hand.

I apologize for leaving, but I figured you needed coffee and a ride to class, he stated proudly.

I laughed again. Thank you. That was very sweet of you. I blushed.

He handed me my cup after I locked my door. His security was down the hall, looking from side to side with sweeping glances. I headed for the elevator but was held back by my backpack.

No, ma’am, not that way, he teased, steering my direction toward the stairs.

We descended the stairs and made our way out the back of the building. We walked toward his Range Rover, a blacked-out limousine parked behind it. He pursed his lips, unlocking the vehicle for me.

Who is it, Tomas? I questioned.

The door of the limo opened, and out stepped Roman Dmitri. I thought I might find you here, Tomas, he boomed, smiling from ear to ear.

I looked around, taking in the security filling the space; they appeared to hold up the walls of the buildings.

Roman caught sight of me, and his smile got even bigger. Alexandria, my, have you grown! He scooped me up into a bear hug before returning me to my own footing. He looked between us and breathed in a happy exhale. Finally. He winked at me. Tomas kept his face blank.

It is wonderful to see you again as well, Roman. It has indeed been too long, I said sweetly, and he seemed to eat it up.

No worries, my dear, but I just wanted you two to heed my warning. Your grandfather, bless his soul, has been calling me nonstop about Tomas. I have assured him that you two have not been together but that Tomas has been helping me conduct some business in Brooklyn, he said firmly, his thick Russian accent making its way through.

Yes, sir, I understand. Thank you very much, I answered thankfully.

A wave of relief washed over me. I looked up at Tomas, smiling, and he smiled back down at me.

After you drop her off, meet me at noon? Roman asked sternly.

Tomas responded in Russian, and this seemed to please his father, who offered me a parting smile, turning back to his limo. His security followed suit, disappearing into several blacked-out vehicles that followed him. And that was it, our final warning.

Thank goodness for Roman!

Chapter Four

Fallen

Tomas and I made a habit of spending time together. He usually drove me to class and was there to pick me up. We kept business out of our conversations, but that never prevented me from asking. He would just give me a look, letting me know that that specific question was off-limits. I would usually just giggle then ask a different one.

How do you take your coffee? I rattled off to him as we pulled away from the university.

He took my hand in his before pressing it to his lips. Black. He smiled at me as I squished my face.

Interesting. I giggled, causing him to wink at me.

I am sure you like more sugar in it than actual coffee, he retorted.

I laughed, making him smile. You hit the nail on the head.

I was silent for a moment, and this caused him to squeeze my hand. Are you all right? he inquired.

I nodded as butterflies filled my stomach. He never ceased to amaze me, and I found it hard to concentrate around him at times. What would you consider your job title to be? I questioned him, prompting him to raise his eyebrow at me.

Property owner, he stated, trying to hide his smile.

I rolled my eyes, knowing he would not go any further than that. I asked him a few more questions as we parked on the curb of my apartment. He got out with me before we headed inside. Tomas loved my questions, but sometimes I felt bad for asking. Something about him made me feel at home, and I yearned to know everything.

I bit into an apple as he locked my apartment door behind him. What languages do you speak? I was genuinely interested. I took a seat on the couch.

He smiled as he sat down next to me. Aside from Russian and French, of course.

I laughed, savoring another bite.

Ukrainian and your English tongue. He leaned over to kiss