Desire Overdose | 18+

𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

ANYA

8 a.m. arrived sooner than I'd expected. I hadn't even attempted to go back to sleep after Boris left; my mind was a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts. Hoping to clear my head, I decided on another shower.

I turned on the water and slipped out of Boris's loose black button-up shirt. As the hot stream cascaded over me, I let out a sigh of relief, the warmth soothing my restless mind and easing the tension that had coiled within me.

When I finished, I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hurrying to gather my dress, underwear, and heels from the floor. Luna meowed from the bed, and I scooped her up before heading for the door. But as I descended the stairs, I heard voices—a low murmur of conversation that grew louder the closer I got.

I paused at the bottom of the stairs, peeking around the corner to make sure I was alone before making a break for my bedroom. When I saw no one, I started to run. But just as I rounded the corner, my escape was abruptly halted by the sight of Yuri and several unfamiliar men standing in the hallway. 

Their eyes immediately locked onto me, and I felt a rush of self-consciousness, still dripping wet from the shower, leaving a trail of moisture with every step.

"Uhh..." I stammered, feeling exposed under their intense gaze. Yuri, sensing my discomfort, quickly stepped forward, his arms raised in a protective gesture.

"Gentlemen, avert your eyes," he commanded firmly, positioning himself between me and the strangers.

Grateful for his intervention, I managed a soft "thank you" as he guided me to my room, making sure to respect my privacy.

I stepped inside, thanking Yuri once more before closing the door behind me with a sigh of relief. The weight of the morning seemed to lift, even if just slightly, as I changed into fresh clothes. 

Afterward, I made my way toward Amara's bedroom. It was probably too early for her to be awake, but I decided to take the chance—maybe she'd have some details into what was going on with the boys.

I knocked gently on Amara's door before entering, and was surprised to find her already up, standing in front of the mirror, straightening her hair.

She turned to face me with a bright smile, greeting me cheerfully, "Hey."

"Morning," I replied, closing the door behind me and sitting down on the bed. "I didn't expect you to be up so early."

Amara shrugged casually. "It was hard to fall back asleep after Anton left," she said. I nodded, noting that Anton had left early this morning just like Boris.

Amara met my gaze as she turned away from the mirror. "How was your night?" she asked, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

A smile spread across my face as I thought back to the night with Boris. "It was amazing," I said, my voice warm with the memory. Amara set down her straightener, giving me her full attention.

"Did Anton mention anything about what's going on?" I asked, feeling the familiar weight of uncertainty.

Amara shook her head. "Nope, nothing at all. Anton left so quickly this morning before I could even ask questions."

I sighed, my unease growing with each moment. The more I tried to understand what was happening—and why Boris insisted I stay home—the more my mind spun with questions.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Amara asked, her concern matching my own.

I shook my head, rubbing my temples in frustration. "No," I admitted. "I came in here hoping you'd have some answers."