Anastasia POV: Even after 3 days, nothing changed. People were still targeting me and my company. No matter how much I tried to not let myself get affected by those malicious comments, still they were bothering me. People were calling me with all sorts of names and that was the end of my patience. Most of all, I wanted to shout at Ryan. He promised me that it will be fine and he will take care of this matter but he was doing nothing. 'This must be fun for him. He must be enjoying it.' I thought he had every reason to hate me. I talked him into having s*x with me and then I got impregnated by his seeds. Now, I am being tied like a leash around his collar forcefully. I am a bone which is stuck in his throat but he can't spit it out nor can he swallow it. I was curious about how his company is doing, so I checked the stock market and that man was seriously getting loaded in money while I was squeezing every cent which I have just to get through another day. Migraine started to get

Anastasia POV: Today wasn't going to be a great day either. Delilah will be coming to the office to finalize the pictures for the marketing and we can't take a day off this weekend as we have to advertise it. I leaned back on my seat and took a sip from my decaf coffee. My eyes were continuously wandering to the clock. Delilah Smith was once again late. Who the hell does she think she is? I called Samuel and asked him to come to my office. The second he stepped in my office, I unleashed at him, "Where in the world is she?" Samuel moisturized his lips as he cautiously glanced at him, "Sarah is trying to get a hold of her-" I shut my eyes and slammed hard on the table. My palms were on fire as I did that but I had many other things to worry about. "Really, Samuel? Now do I have to wait for a mere model every single day?" "I am sorry, Miss. Logan-" "I don't need your goddamn apology." I cut him before he would give me an excuse. "I don't care whether you have to threaten her in

Anastasia POV:After Katherine left, I uncomfortably took a bite of the steak. "I don't bite. Relax." His deep and grump voice hit my eardrums. I shut my lips tightly because he read me loud and clearly. We ate dinner in utter silence. Why am I having such uncomfortable meals these days? "You know, I don't mind helping you but I guess, it hurts your ego. So, I will stay away from those boundaries." He suddenly said, I clenched the fork in my hand tightly. "Thank you." I sarcastically answered. Because his help isn't restricted to just me. He is generous towards all those who have slept with him. Just look at Delilah. Moreover, I have gotten enough money from him. I will never ask him for anything more. "I heard, you made Delilah sign some agreement." He asked me and my patience ran thin there. I put the fork harshly on the table. While Ryan eyed me. "So, the news reached you. Tell me, what do you want me to do? As a major investor, have the power to force me into making decisions.

Anastasia POV: We barely managed to get enough stock for the shop and advertised its opening. I wore a cocktail dress and did a soft glam makeup for the evening and double checked everything. Every little thing needs to be flawless. Media was also going to be here, and I had to be strong enough to answer their questions but I was nervous. Really nervous. The time was approaching, and the place got filled with the guests and the journalists. I looked around and tried to find Ryan but he wasn't here yet. To be honest, I am not even sure if he is coming or not. After that morning, when he dropped me back to my home, we didn't talk again. I hope he is aware of the event tonight. Samuel rushed to see me, "Miss. Logan, we expect that news reporters are going to ask you questions regarding you and Mr. Weaver." He gave me a heads up. I sighed. Damn! I should have prepared myself for this. "Is Mr. Weaver coming tonight?" He asked me. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him, "Why are you

Anastasia POV: I didn't talk to him even after we arrived at his place. However, when Katherine asked me if I liked the dress, I lost it. "He didn't let me choose it." I complained and pointed at him. Katherine frowned while Ryan leaned back on the seat and sipped on the coffee leisurely. I don't know why, but I find his calm demeanor offensive. "What do you mean?" She inquired. "I liked a dress, but he rejected it without giving a plausible reason and the dress which he got for me... I am sure I will look like a nun in it." I gritted my teeth while Ryan chuckled really hard. "Since you say that, I agree you will look like a nun. Damn!! That must be the reason I liked it so much. I got a few little cosplay kinks." He whispered to me. I glared at him. "You are sick." I commented and rolled my eyes. He ran his fingers in the hair and took another sip from his cup. When his tongue darted out to get rid of the remnants on his lips, I could not look away. Why is he so perfect?