Stay With Me (A BWWM Russian Billionaire Romance Novel) (Imani's Russian Billionaire Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

sighed and stood up, intending to refill his crystal glass at the built in bar. It was his ex-girlfriend, Irina.
    “I’m not your love, Irina. In fact, I’m not your anything anymore,” he said flatly as he poured a generous amount of Elit in his glass and took a strong swig.
    “Oh darling, please don’t be like that. I made one tiny mistake, and you’ve thrown me away,” she said, her thick Russian accent even more pronounced when she used her little girl voice. That voice used to have an unfortunate effect on him; for two years she could get him to do almost anything if she used that voice.
    But no longer .
    “What do you want?” He settled in his chair behind his desk and started to sort through the stack of papers Karen had left for him in his leather bin.
    “I want you, Vlad,” Irina said, suddenly serious.
    The little girl inflection in her voice was mysteriously gone. Vlad didn’t respond; there really was not anything to say that hadn’t already been said.
    “We broke up six months ago, Irina,” he reminded her.
    “No, we didn’t!” she yelled, and he realized that she was drunk again.
    “Irina, I’m not doing this again.”
    “Doing what, Vlad? Staying in a relationship with the love of your life?”
    Vlad laughed bitterly at her words, and this seemed to set her off even more.
    “Don’t laugh at me! You…you never appreciated me! I’m beautiful! I’m a famous model and I could have any man I want. I made one mistake, and you throw me away like trash!”
    “I didn’t throw you away, Irina. And it wasn’t one mistake.”
    “I’m not perfect, Vlad, but you’ll never have someone like me again. You’ll regret the day you left me, and when you, do I won’t…I won’t be around to take you back.”
    “I’m sorry that you are in pain,” he said, and he meant it.
    He had cared deeply for Irina at one time, but her drinking had split them up even if she didn’t want to admit she had a problem. He was done pretending everything was fine and then cleaning up her messes so no one would find out.
    “Why won’t you take me back?” she asked, the little girl voice back again.
    Vlad sighed. “We both need to move on with our lives, Irina. It’s been six months. I only want you to be happy.”
    “Well, if that was true, you would still be with me! Have I ever told you what an asshole you are?”
    Yes, many times .
    “I’m hanging up now, Irina.”
    “Don’t you dare hang up on me! I swear Vlad, if you hang—”
    He pressed the button to end the call and took a deep breath. He had stayed far too long in that relationship. The woman from the day before sprang into his mind again, and he smiled just thinking about her.
    He shut things down for the day, and had almost reached the elevator before he remembered the small piece of paper in his pocket. He took it out and was amazed at what he read. Maks had done it.
    Thania Walter
    335 W. 89 th Street

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Thania
    G od , those eyes…
    Thania shook her head, annoyed at herself for yet again thinking about Vladislav. He had been in her thoughts, and unfortunately, in her dreams as well. She had woken up a little sweaty and a lot turned on, and she couldn’t believe the effect one man was having on her.
    While taking a shower, she wondered whether she should tell her best friends about him. She was meeting them for lunch in a little while. Daya would be excited but Asha would be reserved and most likely, a little concerned.
    Especially if you tell them how you have basically been obsessed with him since first laying eyes on him yesterday.
    She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of high waist black gaucho pants and a simple pink silk tank. The outfit emphasized her bust and her narrow waist, while camouflaging what she wanted hidden. The effect, especially after she wrapped a wide, fabric, multi-colored belt around her waist and knotted it, was an hourglass figure. What woman doesn’t want that , she thought with a smile.
    As she was