Anastasia Pov

"What are you doing?" I mouth him. He stares at me as he speaks to my father. I'm shaking in my chair, I'm just so nervous, why is he calling him. "Anastasia, calm down." He says while covering the mouth part of the phone. They continue to talk and a smile appears every now and then. His smile started to irritate me so I walked out of the room and stormed to the bathroom. I threw myself on the ground and began to cry. I cried because I didn't know what the future has in store for me... And that petrified me greatly.

I heard knocking on the door, but I didn't let up. "It's occupied." I croaked. "Asia, please." I heard Michael plead from outside the door. I sighed and opened the door. After he walked in, I turned away. I heard his footsteps slowly come towards me. He gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards him. He wiped the tears that all ready made my cheeks go raw. He kissed my left cheek softly and pulled me towards him. "Anastasia, don't worry, there's no reason to cry." I shook my head, not wanting to hear comforting words, but wanting to hear the truth. "What did you tell him?" I muttered softly. "Asia, all I told him was that you have to work late, he didn't mind at all." I slowly breathe out in relief that it wasn't anything major. "But." He starts. "I want to take you away from the home, completely. I want to take you to my home and keep you safe. I promise you'll love it there asia, it is so am-" I put a finger up to his lips and he stops talking. "Michael, I like you... I mean I really like you" he smiles in response. "But I want to take things slow." He frowns. "I just want to get to know you better and to get comfortable around you." His eyes scan all around the room and he finally looks at me. "You don't feel comfortable around me?" He questions. I smile slightly. "I mean, every time I see you, I get nervous, and my stomach has butterflies when I see you Michael... And I can't, for the life of me, know why you would want someone like me." I muttered the last part.

He softly grabs my face between his very large hands. He kisses me on the lips... Sweetly. It was so light yet passionate, I enjoyed every single moment of it, and I guess he knew it when I pulled him closer to me by his tie. When he pulled away, I blushed and looked down in embarrassment. "What did I tell you about that? Look at me!" I look up to see Michael towering over me due to our height. "Anastasia Maeve Hynemik" my eyes widen when he states my whole name. He smirks proudly. "Didn't think I knew that, did you?" I shook my head. "Anastasia, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I don't know how the people around you have told you differently." "Thank you, Michael... It means a lot." He smiles and strokes my hair. "No problem baby girl." I blush at the cute nickname. I actually like it. "Baby girl" I thought to myself. "Uh, let's get out the bathroom yeah?" He giggled and nodded his head as we headed to his office. I sat down in my chair as he sat behind his desk.

"What do you want me to do now?" I ask him. "Just sit there and look pretty, I'll be right back." He gets up from his chair, and slowly walks out the door. Moments later, I got tired of being idle and started walking around the room, quietly admiring it. "Very modern" I whispered. My curiosity suddenly kicks when I see another door at the back of the room. I wiggle the door knob and it's unlocked. I open the door and gape at the sight.

There was a big desk with my name on it. I looked at the cream colored walls and saw amazing paintings all over it. I ran over to the one that hung highly on the back wall. I nodded and smiled because I knew who painted it. "Tom Torluemke." I whispered as I touch the canvas. "Under the bell." I hear a voice boom behind me. I slowly turn around to a smiling Michael. "Looks like someone got very curious?" He says teasing me. I laugh at him. "So do you like it?" He asks nervously. I chuckle at his nervousness as I walk up to him. I wrap my arms around his torso and peck his lips softly. "I really like it, Michael it's so fucking beautiful." I whisper while looking at the walls. He whispers in my ear. "I'm glad you like it babe." "This is amazing" I mutter to myself. I turn back around and smile at him. "You know with all this art in the room, I won't be able to concentrate right?" He nods his head a little. "Yeah, I kind of figured." "I really, really like it Michael, I don't know how to show my gratitude." I say as I observe the red dragon painting in the corner.

"Go on a date with me." My mouth drops open a little as I turn around to him. "Me and you... Go on a date?" I question him. "Did I stutter asia?" I laugh at his smart remark. "Yes asia, I would love to take you out on a date, all you have to do is say yes." I grin to myself. "And what if I don't?" His eyes widen with amusement and he gently taps my arm. "If you don't, I'm going to have you... My way." His eyes go dark with lust and I gently kiss his nose. He beams at me. "So what are you planning?" Curiously ask him. He playfully taps his chin and says. "Well, I'm not going to tell you!" I laugh at him and then start to frown. "Please tell me." He shakes his head. "Sorry girl, I'm not going to tell you." I sigh as I sit on my desk. I take in his whole appearance. He looks mighty fine today. The way his tanned skin went perfectly with his red shirt, that had three buttons opened. Him and his black loafers and designer shoes. I bite my lip in the sight of him, he stares at me and pushes his body on mine. He kisses me and lightly nibbles on my lip. I moaned and he moved towards my neck. My mind was being blown, the way he's making me feel right now is... Indescribable. Due to the phone ringing, we pull away, not wanting to leave the tingling sensation from each others lips. "I'll be right back love." I smile as he walks out the door.