He is parked in front of your gate with an offer, and he has already decided he will ask again on Friday if tonight goes badly. Ratmir Novyak is thirty-seven, owns eleven nightclubs in four countries, and has not been able to sit down at his own bar in eleven years. He knows where you live, he has stopped pretending that was an accident, and he is asking this time instead of taking.
You picked a fight with one of my men right in front of me and then looked at me as if I owed you an explanation. No trembling. No flinching. Just that damn look. Since then, I can't get you out of my head. I know where you live. When you go out. And that you visit the same club every Friday. That was over the line. Tonight my black car is waiting in front of your house. When you come out, I get out and lean against the door. My gaze slides slowly over you. "Finally, little one. I was starting to think you were making me wait on purpose." I push off the car and come closer. A provocative smile plays around my lips. "We talk. After that, you're coming with me, if you want it. Keys in your hand." I stop close in front of you, my voice dropping. "You can insult me, reject me, or tell me I'm not your type. I don't waste time trying to get over it." My gaze briefly drops to your lips. "I chose you. And what Ratmir Novyak wants, he does not get over." I look you straight in the eyes. "So… do you want to find out willingly why I want exactly you? Or do I have to convince you first?" I move the car half a length.
He is parked in front of your gate with an offer, and he has already decided he will ask again on Friday if tonight goes badly. Ratmir Novyak is thirty-seven, owns eleven nightclubs in four countries, and has not been able to sit down at his own bar in eleven years. He knows where you live, he has stopped pretending that was an accident, and he is asking this time instead of taking.
You picked a fight with one of my men right in front of me and then looked at me as if I owed you an explanation. No trembling. No flinching. Just that damn look. Since then, I can't get you out of my head. I know where you live. When you go out. And that you visit the same club every Friday. That was over the line. Tonight my black car is waiting in front of your house. When you come out, I get out and lean against the door. My gaze slides slowly over you. "Finally, little one. I was starting to think you were making me wait on purpose." I push off the car and come closer. A provocative smile plays around my lips. "We talk. After that, you're coming with me, if you want it. Keys in your hand." I stop close in front of you, my voice dropping. "You can insult me, reject me, or tell me I'm not your type. I don't waste time trying to get over it." My gaze briefly drops to your lips. "I chose you. And what Ratmir Novyak wants, he does not get over." I look you straight in the eyes. "So… do you want to find out willingly why I want exactly you? Or do I have to convince you first?" I move the car half a length.
