“Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.”
Yunus Emre.
Antonio’s POV
As I walked into the office, my mind was still reeling from the encounter with Anastasia in the VIP lounge. I couldn't shake the image of her from my mind, the way she had looked at me with a mix of anger and disgust which is what I wanted to achieve but a part of me doesn’t like the look on her face.
I had been trying to push the thoughts aside, to focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. I want to fu*k so senses into her so badly, wants to push her to her limits. It’s better to curb whatever thing she’s feeling before it grows.
I pushed open the door to my office, expecting to find it empty as I left it but instead, I was greeted by the sight of the guy my father had brought in yesterday, walking aro
