Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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I hear a knock at the front door.
My brows furrow. I was just heading out to Anatoly's house for our date.
I open the door and there he stands.
"I thought I told you not to show up at my house." I state. Luckily Aiyden is in school so it's not that big of a deal.
"You said unexpectedly." He corrects, clearly already prepared for that answer. "See." He says, pulling his phone out of his pocket and showing me the text which is already on his screen.
I narrow my eyes at him. "I was expecting to go on a date not for you to pick me up."
"You don't have a car, how else do you expect to get to my house?"
"With my bike." I say slowly as if it's obvious.
"You don't even have my address."
"Ok, you're right about that." I acctually don't know where he lives, he bought a house when he moved here so he's not living in the old Don's mansion.
"I'm always right." He says cockily. "Now that we've got that figured out, are you ready to go?"
I grab my coat from the coat rack and my keys from the table that's situated by the door.
"Now I am."
I walk out and shut the door behind me, I lock it and Anatoly leads me to the passenger seat of his shiny, expensive, posh, red car. Not only can you clearly see your reflection in it, the car reflects him and his well polished manner.
He opens the car door for me and holds it while I get seated. "Do you want me to strap you in too?" He asks with a smirk.
"I think I'll manage."
He rounds the car and gets seated in the drivers side. He straps himself in and turns on the engine. He looks in the rear view mirror before pulling out of my driveway.
"My house isn't too far by car but it would have taken you a while on a bike." He says.
I scoff. "Please, I bet you've never rode a bike a day in your life."
"Actually, I'm an excellent bike rider."
"Sure."
"You don't believe me?" He asks.
"No."
"I guess that gives you an excuse to visit my house again then."
With few cars on the road it doesn't take too long until we get to Anatoly's house. We near a secluded area and pull up to a gate where we're immediately let in. Anatoly drives down the path leading to his ginormous mansion.
He parks the car, opens my door and offers me his hand. I take his hand as I step out of the car. He shuts the door behind me and I look up at the impressive sight in front of me.
