Anastasia's Point of View:
Andrew almost threw the lady off him as soon as she swarmed him with her hug. "Victoria, what are you doing here?" He asked in a rather irritated tone.
"I don't get why you would choose to bring this woman home!" She insisted as she looked at me, her eyes judgy as they wandered over my body. "She doesn't even have big boobs!"
My eyes widened at her comment and I was about to rage out when I decided to keep it quiet. Be mature, Anastasia.
"Sometimes personality is more important than big boobs," I interfered before Andrew could say a word and he turned to me. "Wonder how you got to sleep with him without either of it."
Now it was her time to widen her eyes and she didn't hold back from raging, at which Andrew probably signalled one of the men who came and was about to grab Victoria.
"Do me a favour and don't come back here again?" Andrew said and exhaled. "You're right, you've got big ones and that's what you were good for—one night. Now leave."
She was fuming in rage at the insults and couldn't say anything more as the security dragged her away.
"What the fuck was that all about?" I asked him as the men left us alone and he smirked.
"Oh that's just the start, Anastasia."
"I thought you didn't date. Why am I confronting your exes?"
"They are not," He raised his eyebrow. "You think I'd date someone like her?"
I smirked. "No. Obviously not. You'd date someone like me."
He ignored that comment with a shake of his head and then a guard brought my stuff inside. "Place it in the third room," he ordered the man and then looked at me. "That's yours, by the way."
"Great," I passed a sarcastic smile before heading over to the room. It was obviously extremely beautiful with a blue and white colour combination. The bed was huge, and the room was with a walk-in closet on the other end. There was a balcony that gave the view of the street and the beyond.
"Or you can stay in my room," I heard him say from behind after a moment and I turned around with a smirk.
"Oh, wouldn't want you to lose control, Andrew," I walked over to him and realised that wasn't the best idea since my heart rate skyrocketed as soon as we got close but I continued, "I'm not going to be one of those women."
"Really?" He asked and suddenly turned me around with my forearm toward him. I gasped a bit as our faces were very close and his eyes stared into my soul.
"Y–yes," I whispered and looked away, not being able to look into those sharp eyes.
"You challenged me that I would fall in love with you, Anastasia," He said and I finally looked up at him. "Today I challenge you that you'll be obsessed with me and that the day you are, I'll leave you."
I chuckled and got away. "Don't ever grab me like that again."
"Not until you beg for it," He smirked and left the room.
God, that narcissist.
I took a deep breath and decided to arrange my things. I was supposed to stay here for a year and he probably won't ask me to leave—I should make myself at home.
As I was about to take my clothes from the suitcase, my phone rang.
It was mom.
"Hey mom," I picked it up, inward sighs escaping me.
"Sia, how are you?"
Sia. It took me a while to realised that was a nickname from my name. For the longest time I thought she just forgot my name.
"I'm alright, mom. As I told you, I was moving in with Andrew."
"Oh, right," She replied. "Well, honey, I and your father would love to meet your boyfriend officially. How long did you say you have been dating?"
I exhaled. Jesus, if I had to convince him to meet my parents, it would kill me.
"Three months, ma," I replied. "I think it's too fast, you know, to ask him to meet you guys."
"Well you moved in with him, sweetie. I don't think its too fast anymore. Should I talk to him directly? I can, you should give me his number—"
"No, no!" I said and took a deep breath. Okay, calm down, Anastasia. Don't fuck this up. "Okay, I—I'll see when he can make time. You know, with his business."
"Obviously, Sia. I just wanted to know everything went well."
Yeah, sure.
"Yeah, mom, it did. Okay, I'll call you later."
"Bye."
I ended the calll and groaned. I can tell you all that I did not need that right now.
Someone knocked on the door and I got up. "Miss, lunch is ready. Please come to the hall."
I nodded with a smile. "Thank you. Uh, what's your name?"
"Stacy, miss. I'll be helping you with anything you need here."
"That's great, Stacy. You can call me Anastasia."
"Uh, no—no, it's not allowed, Miss. I am afraid Sir won't be very happy about it."
Sir, huh?
God, he's really a narcissist.
"Alright. But you can call me that if you want. I'll be coming downstairs in a minute."
She flashed me a smile before leaving. I went downstairs and saw that Andrew was coming down from another flight of stairs, fixing the cuff links of his shirt. Damn, he's handsome when he's quiet.
I looked down before he could notice me staring and made my way to the huge table in the middle. He also came and sat across from me. I took some of the food from the dishes and start to eat slowly, kinda awkwardly since I noticed him stealing a couple of glances.
"I don't see it," I heard him and I looked up.
Did he turn psychotic in addition to narcissistic?
"Huh?" I asked.
"Why would you date Cillian Sullivan? He honestly looks like crap."
How the fuck does he know about my ex?