“You are going to use that excuse again?” Mikhail teased. A devilish smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his fingers raked through her hair. He inhaled her intoxicating scent; the same scent he’d been high on as if it’s liquor.He continued. “You kissed me the day we met, remember? And now, you are telling me you’re too old for me.” He paused, leaning back to check her reaction before he continued. “I don’t believe it...”_ _ _ Like any other fire, it will always burn. Mikhail Petrov is an extension of such fire; a fire she’d never wishes to meet. He’s the only person that causes ripples on her world. He’s the forbidden fruit who was awakened by her kiss like the first rain of the year.To her, the goal was to spy on him. It was all about business but who said business doesn’t get messy. He’s the forbidden fruit, the red apple.And the thing about forbidden things? They are the one that entices the most and soon enough, she found herself lying on the young mafia Kyle’s bed; the last place she’s supposed to be.Will she trace back her path to redemption, or is she okay with being lost forever?