Bitter Love

After a bad deed, Anastasia is now owned by Mr.Colins. With his bitter love


7. C h a p t e r 7

Anastasia's POV


As I walked out the meeting room, Mr.Collins was running to the next.

I smiled, he may be rough but he sure was a sexy thang. I started exploring the building more. I ran to Vladimir's bedroom, and into his closet. As I searched his closet he didn't have any girl clothes. I rang the bell for his maid. She knocked then came to me.

"May you please bring me a dress?" I asked kindly.

"Ofcourse miss" she flushed with happiness.

As I waited for her, she brought me a long comfy gray dress. I slipped it on.

"I really need clothes" I pleaded.

She giggled. "Mr.Collins has enough money to get you what you need."

"Can I help you with anything, I'm really bored." I asked.

"No, that's what maids are for" she smiled.

"Please, I demand you" I said whiling smiling.

"Alright come with me" she smiled as she lead the way.

"I need help handing drinks to the business men" she said.

"That's fine with me" I smiled.

I was happy that I didn't have to lay in bed all day, I finally got to do something exciting .

"My name is Anastasia" I said to the maid as she put on an apron.

"My name is Jasmine" she smiled back.

"Here carry the champagne, give each one a glass" she calmly demanded.

As I carried the champagne, I walked into the meeting where Mr.Collins was. Crap I didn't want to be here.


Vladimir's POV


As I was talking, the maid was handing me my champagne. As she handed the others, the men seemed to be enlightened with her company. I saw how she wasn't showing her face.

"Excuse me, may I have a refill."

She nodded, still not showing her facial features. What the hell?

I stood up projecting the graph of our wages over the years.

"As you can see the wages are getting lower each year by 4%. Instead it should be rising."

I took a breath.

"By tomorrow I want to see your ideas to help the drug wages by raising instead of dyeing."

Then they all left. One gave a wink at the maid. She quickly walked right out.

I ran to her and grabbed her wrist.

"Show your face" I demanded.

Still looking away, I took my hand and turned her face to mine.

"Anastasia?" I questioned.

" I told you to wait in that room, why didn't you obey?" I ordered.

"I was board, Master" she flutters her eyes.

I was getting turned on. The way she said master.

I took her wrist, as we enter the elevator.

"You are now in punishment" I smirked. I was trying to take her neck, but she shoved me. Hell no, I was not going to get a beating from a lady. I took her wrists with one hand, the other holding her face. I dove into her neck. As she whimpered like a puppy, her taste was very addictive. She started crying. I wanted to stop.....but my body didn't. As I finally let go, she was crying really hard. Blood coming from her neck. I looked at her.

"Face me" I demanded

She obeyed. Her eyes hurt,scared and broken.

" I only did that for your punishment Anastasia."

"Why? Why can't I be free? I payed my price Vladimir. I got scars! Why am I still here, why are you taking the life from me?" She cried.

I thought about it. Why was she here?

"What do you want?" I asked sternly.

She roughly snapped her hands away.

"Answer my question " she demanded.

"I am your fucking master not you. I don't know why your still here. damn it." I hissed.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Shopping" she smiled, wiping some of her tears.

"Then lets go" I said.

As the elevator reaches the last floor. She ran up ahead of me. I then finally caught up. She ran into the room. As I walked in, she held an outfit for me.

"Put this on" she demanded. I looked at her mysteriously. What was this girl up to?

As I took off my shirt, making sure I took my time. She was gazing at me. Her eyes not making eye contact with mine. The as I took my pants off, I was basically naked. She finally looked up to me, her face blushing uncontrollably.

"Where's the outfit?" I asked smirking.

She pointed to the bed.

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