Like a player in a bad romantic drama, he yanked open the top drawer on her side of the dresser and found it empty, then the next drawer, and the next. He opened the closet with trembling hands, not wanting to believe what was beginning to become obvious. But the closet was empty, too. Her dresses, hats, and other items were missing, the empty space giving no indication that anything had ever been there. And when he went into the bathroom, he found all of her toiletries gone. She’d even taken her toothbrush and dental floss.
He eventually found her note, hanging on the refrigerator door, written in the loopy handwriting he’d thought so endearing up until that moment.
Alexei,
I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this anymore. I want my old life back. My father was right. I can do better than you. Please take care of yourself. You’re a hard worker, and I know you can make it if you put your mind to it. Please concentrate on trying to better yourself, and don’t try to find me. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m sure this is for the best.
Eva
Years later, business pundits would ponder onscreen and off what had made Alexei Rusakov the absolutely ruthless businessman he became after graduating from business school. Many would point to the untimely death of his father or the temporary estrangement from his Russian crime family.
But Alexei would always know the hidden truth. A silly black girl from a small town in Texas had ripped his heart out one night when he was least expecting it. And after that, he’d found it rather easy to be heartless.
Chapter One
Eight years later
WHILE everyone else at Layla’s New Year’s day wedding was either dancing, drinking, or mingling, Eva stood in a barely lit corner in an alcove near the Sinclair Mansion’s first-floor bathroom, texting with Aaron, the love of her life.
When are you coming home?
Soon, sweetness. I’ll be back tomorrow.
Okay.
He didn’t say, “I miss you.” He had never been one for big shows of affection, but the fact that he was text messaging her as opposed to playing a video game or watching some mindless television show, like he usually did when they were both home at night, meant he missed her very much. Still Eva liked to hear the words, so she texted, “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
Eva sighed and lowered the phone, once again feeling guilty about having left him in Texas during the holidays to attend Layla’s wedding. She would have brought him, but weddings really weren’t Aaron’s scene. He detested wearing a suit, and having to stand around while she made small talk with people he didn’t have much in common with.
But she couldn’t just skip the wedding. Layla and she had met in a CPR class, a requirement for both her Masters in Social Work and Layla’s degree in physical therapy. And though they hadn’t known each other all that well, Layla had proven to be a godsend when she’d decided to leave Alexei. She put Eva up for the few weeks it had taken to get the rest of her summer field-work hours done, so she could transfer her credits to the University of Texas-Arlington and do the last semester of her social work degree there.
And Layla had really come through during the time when Eva’s father was still refusing to talk to her because of what had gone down with Alexei. She’d helped Eva figure out the student loan process and get set up in an apartment. Most importantly, Layla had constantly assured her everything would be all right, even when Eva called her in the middle of the night crying for reasons she could never fully explain to her compassionate friend.
In exchange, Eva had taken Layla under her wing, making sure she didn’t get taken advantage of during her years at UTD. This was a constant danger with Layla as the kind of instinct that made her go all out for some random woman she had met once in a CPR class, made her a target for deadbeat guys and toxic friends. Theirs had turned into a beautiful friendship, but Layla was kind to a fault and would have had every lazy classmate, clueless sorority girl, and lost-cause politco sponging off of her goodness, if Eva hadn’t protected her from them. So when Layla had called and said she’d be marrying the Pittsburgh steel magnate, Nathan Sinclair, she’d come partly to support her best friend and partly to make sure this Nathan was on the up and up.
So far, she’d overheard a lot of her fellow attendees gossiping about what a strange match the sugary-sweet Layla and the hard-as-nails Nathan were. But finally meeting the no-nonsense businessman had given Eva peace of mind where her friend was concerned. She could tell he would never let her friend get taken advantage of again. Anyone with eyes could see how much he adored her, and she was happy Layla had found a safe harbor in him.
She glanced at the clock on her phone. The wedding reception had started two hours ago, so she was probably safe to go home and curl up with a Kimani romance novel in her hotel room. Her heart filled with a deep longing to see Aaron again. She wasn’t used to being away from him for so long, and found herself missing their domestic routine. She didn’t know what she was going to do when he went to Italy this summer. Probably die of loneliness.
But enough of this pity party for one, she decided, pushing herself off the wall she’d been leaning against and throwing her phone into her clutch. She’d find Layla and Nathan, congratulate them, and head on out…
Suddenly, she stopped short. A chill came over her, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight. Which was strange, because that’s the reaction her body used to have when Alexei was nearby. But he wasn’t at Layla’s wedding. Was he? Her heart now pounding in her ears, she looked around just to make sure.
And that’s when she locked eyes with her ex-boyfriend and current billionaire, Alexei Rustanov.
* * * *
Alexei’s date, Caroline, a sleek New York stage actress in her early twenties wasn’t the type to complain of boredom, but she didn’t look thrilled to be at the wedding of his business associate, Nathan Sinclair. She wasn’t pouting, but her folded arms and the blank expression on her beautifully sculpted face, made it plain there were other places she’d rather be.
Or maybe she was having a perfectly nice time. Caroline wasn’t exactly what one would call animated, which was perhaps why she’d had more success as a mistress to high-powered men than a stage actress. In any case, he knew she’d never suggest they leave or put her needs before his in any way. When attending events with him, she always remained as unobtrusive as possible while looking as beautiful as she could. That’s why powerful men liked her. She was arm candy that didn’t talk back and seemingly had no needs of her own.
And like just about every woman he had dated for the past seven years, she was the exact opposite of Eva St. James.
Still, Alexei was ready to leave. He had accepted the invitation as a courtesy to Nathan Sinclair, who had helped him make the right contacts when he had decided to expand his own steel business into the United States market. That had proven to be a very lucrative list of contacts, and eventually Alexei had won enough contracts for steel and a few other divisions of Rustanov Enterprises that he’d been able to open his current headquarters in New York. The least Alexei could do was attend the man’s wedding.
But he hadn’t been prepared for how in love Nathan seemed to be with his pretty African-American bride. It reminded him of the silly hopes and dreams he’d harbored for Eva and himself before she left him for not being rich enough. Though he’d tried to forget her with a string of women and business successes throughout the years, the old bitterness returned on Nathan’s wedding day, threatening to consume Alexei as he watched the happy couple slow dancing to a fast song, as if they were the only people in the Sinclair mansion’s ballroom.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked Caroline.
She nodded and stood up, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her tight, black designer evening gown before asking. “Do you mind if I powder my nose before we leave?”
For a moment Alexei marveled at the fact that he had gone from the thuggish offspring of a Russian crime family to a legitimate businessman,
so powerful and rich that beautiful women asked him if it was okay to go to the toilet.
“It’s on our way out,” he said.
He’d already extended his congratulations to Nathan, so he guided Caroline toward one of the main floor’s guest bathrooms. After she disappeared inside, he looked around for a place to sit while he waited for her. He knew from experience that a bathroom break for most of the women he dated included resetting make-up so they’d look just as flawless on the way out as they did on the way in. This meant Caroline would be in there for a while.
But there were no benches in the hallway. He spotted a darkened alcove at the other end of the hall, and though it didn’t look like it was meant to be used by the party guests, he could make out a figure in its dark shadows, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone. She was typing something into it with a fond smile on her face.
For a moment, it looked like…
No, it couldn’t be. Eva’s hair had been thick and natural, but this woman had straight hair that fell past her shoulders. And why would Eva St. James, of all people, be in Pittsburgh?
But she was also wearing a yellow evening gown and bright red cowboy boots to a formal winter wedding. And who else but Eva would do that?
He took a step toward her, pulled forward by an invisible string that compelled him to make sure it wasn’t her, even though he technically never wanted to see her again.
All of a sudden, she seemed to sense his presence, because she looked to the left, then to the right, then straight at him. And that’s when he knew for sure. Yes, this was Eva. Eva St. James, the gold-digging witch who had torn his heart out eight years ago.
* * * *
For a couple of long moments they just stared at each other, and during this time, Eva took in every detail of Alexei. He had apparently been keeping up with his workout regimen, because he was still massive, with no indication that there was anything but muscles and skin underneath the tux he wore. His wavy dark brown hair was cut much shorter than it had been when they had been together, and his beard was gone. But his jaw was just as square, and his distinctive green eyes were just as flinty as she’d remembered. Those, paired with the semi-permanent scowl he’d always worn on his face, told her exactly who she was staring at in person for the first time in eight years.
Back when she’d first spotted him in the School of Social Work’s lobby, bent over a textbook at the security desk, she’d found his scowl endearing. It had felt at that moment like she had been put on this Earth to wipe it off and make him smile. But now in the Sinclair Mansion’s hallway, the scowl felt dangerous, like she was a small rabbit trapped in the angry gaze of a very large predator.
One word formed in her head, distinctive and clear, Run!
Schooling her face into the best look of nonchalance she could muster under the circumstances, she cut left and tried to oh-so-casually walk away, like she did not recognize him, like she had no idea who this Russian man staring her down in the hallway was.
He’d probably let her get away, she reasoned. After all, he was a bajillionaire now, and she was just some social worker from Drummond, Texas. He was probably embarrassed he’d ever dated her. As far as he’d gone in his career, he probably thanked the stars every night he had dodged the Eva-shaped bullet—
She didn’t make it three steps before he was on her. He grabbed her arm and in two swift moves, had her pressed against the wall where she’d just been texting Aaron, her arms pinned above her head. She could feel his erection against her stomach even as his eyes scanned her face with furious efficiency, as if he was trying to memorize this new version of it.
At first she kept her own eyes adverted and to the side. Some primal instinct told her this was the best way to avoid riling him further, like playing dead with a bear. But she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was so close. In the end, she couldn’t resist taking just one little peek. But almost as soon as her eyes met his, she was locked in. She couldn’t look away, even when he crashed his mouth down onto hers, swallowing any protest she might have made, and enveloping her in a storm cloud of lust and anger.
Chapter Two
SHE had tried to walk away from him. From him, Alexei Rustanov! The only reason she’d even made it three steps was because it had taken him that long to process what she was attempting to do.
And before he knew what he was doing, he had her pinned against the wall. But when he got her there, he found himself without words. Seeing her like this again, close-up, made it feel like he’d just found the break-up letter yesterday. Opposing feelings warred inside him, effectively striking him mute. He wanted to yell at her for what she did. He wanted to caress her face and let her take him in her arms like she used to. He wanted to show her he had made it and could now do better than her any day of the week. He wanted her to smile at him in that beautiful way of hers and say it had all been a mistake, a huge misunderstanding.
But most of all, more than anything, he wanted to not be hard as a rock after only a few moments in Eva’s presence. He’d been soft just a few minutes ago, even though he’d known what he and Caroline would do once they got back to their hotel room. But now his dick was straining so hard in his pants he could feel the outline of his zipper through his briefs. And he could barely think straight, knowing Eva’s dark triangle was just a few tantalizing inches below his erection.
He had to let her go. He understood it was inappropriate to pin any woman against a wall like this in public, even one who had hurt him as badly as Eva had. But just as he was beginning to get himself under control, she chose that moment to stop looking like a frightened rabbit with her eyes purposefully averted and peek up at him.
Their eyes locked. Hers were curious, like this was some fun little game they were playing. What else could he do but kiss her? It seemed like the natural conclusion, the only way to control her that he’d ever known.
At first she just took his kiss, her shock evident in her non-response. But then she opened her mouth wider and pushed her tongue into his, moaning as she did so, as if she had been waiting years to kiss him. This should have felt like a win for him, but her acquiescence stripped away the last shreds of his usually iron-clad control. And what had started out as a power move on his part became his undoing.
He hiked the soft chiffon of her evening gown up just far enough to position one of her legs around his waist, then he ground his hips against her silk clad mound in a frenzy of need that wouldn’t even allow him to unzip his pants.
For minutes all that could be heard in the darkened alcove was the sound of fabric rubbing together and their frantic breathing as they kissed, her body flush against his, the heat of her hot pussy beckoning him through three layers of clothing. He was a grown man who had made sexual conquests all over the world, but here he was just a few minutes away from coming in his pants.
As if compelled by his thoughts, she moaned against his lips and then cried out in surprise when she climaxed. They were so close, he could feel the orgasm shuddering through her body, radiating from her pelvis, and it caused him to grind against her even harder so he could join her in that special place, self-control be damned.
“Lex?”
She was calling his name. But she sounded irritated, like she wanted him to stop. He slowed down.
“Lex?”
He opened his eyes and found Eva staring back at him, her own eyes wide with confusion, her mouth partially open in an “oh” of surprise.
“Lex!”
The voice was much harder now, and he realized it didn’t belong to Eva, was in fact coming from behind him. Caroline. He closed his eyes, slowly blinking himself back to reality, where he could see the scene for exactly what it was: him dry-humping his ex-girlfriend against a wall and getting caught doing so by his current mistress.
Eva seemed to be putting together what had happened, too. She quickly withdrew her leg from around his waist, and tugged her arms down, trying to release herself from his right hand, which was still grip
ped around her wrists, pinning them to the wall.
In a state of shock, he released her and turned toward Caroline, who took in the scene with cynical aplomb before saying, “Will she be joining us in the hotel room?”
* * * *
“Will she be joining us in the hotel room?”
Eva came crashing back to reality with a heart-wrenching thud. She had just let Alexei Rustanov dry hump her to an orgasm against a wall and in public where anyone could see. And now his date or girlfriend or mistress or whatever was proposing a threesome.
This time, she didn’t try to walk away. She ran. And she didn’t stop running until she reached the valet station.
The Pittsburgh winter air hit her with a brutal force, unlike anything she had ever experienced in her hometown, which occasionally got cold, but not this kind of wet, grey cold. Outside, she began to feel even more remorse for what she had just let happen inside. Her thoughts landed on Aaron, the love of her life, the person she’d pledged her heart and soul to. She couldn’t believe she had betrayed him like that.
She pulled her claim ticket out of her clutch and handed it to the valet. “Please hurry,” she said, hugging herself and running her palms up and down her bare arms. “I left my coat in the car.”
That wasn’t true, but she was more than willing to abandon her favorite long coat inside the Sinclair Mansion if it meant getting away from Alexei.
To her great relief the valet guys took pity on her and brought around her economy rental in record time. She sped away, just as Alexei was coming out of the mansion, that gorgeous woman by his side.
Eva tried not to look, but once again, she couldn’t help it, even though she had just been berating herself for this same kind of nonsense a few moments ago. She looked anyway and what she discovered was Alexei staring right back at her, his scowl set in stone.
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