Chapter 190 To the edge

Chapter 190 To the edge
ANASTASIA POV

“Ana! You’re actually here!” Vivianne beamed, her face already flushed from a cocktail as she threw her arms around my neck.

She had practically dragged me out tonight, insisting I needed some "real fun" at this exclusive underground clubhouse. It had been ages since we’d had a proper girls' night, so I couldn't bring myself to say no—even if my introverted soul would have vastly preferred curling up in bed with a good book over drowning in the thumping bass of a crowded club.

After we untangled, Vi led me over to the VIP booth to greet the rest of the group. It was a mix of old faces—Sarah and Coral—and a few others I didn't recognize. But my eyes instantly narrowed when I noticed a couple of guys lounging on the leather humping-couches next to them.

I leaned down, hissing directly into Vivianne’s ear. “Are you out of your mind, Vi? I thought you said this was an all-girls party. Your psycho brother is going to absolutely lose his shit if he finds out I’m in a club with other men.”

Vivianne just waved her hand in the air, totally unfazed. “Relax, Ana. He won’t do shit. Just have some fun tonight, drink your brains out, and let loose. I’m here to look after you, I promise.”

“You better be,” I muttered.

Vi let out a wicked laugh and smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump. “Of course I am. Now go get a drink!”

“Jesus! Thank your lord you’re a girl, Vivianne, or I would’ve stabbed your hand with my heel,” I gasped, rubbing my cheek while she just grinned wickedly at me.

I made my way over to the sleek marble bar and ordered a shot. Then another. And then another.

Before I knew it, I was throwing them back with everyone, losing myself in the mindless conversations and the heavy, pulsing rhythm of the music. For the first time in months, I actually felt... normal. Totally normal.

But the twisted truth was, nothing felt more normal to me than Alexander. Even surrounded by flashing lights and laughing friends, my mind kept drifting right back to him. I had been trying to find a way to talk to my father, to beg him to just let me go back to my husband, but the man stonewalled me at every turn. The second I even breathed Alexander's name, my dad would shut the conversation down completely. He didn't want to hear a damn thing about him.

So, I did what any frustrated, love-starved woman would do. I kept drinking.
Endless shots of tequila later, the room was spinning violently. Everyone in our booth was completely wasted—including Vivianne, who had explicitly promised to be my designated babysitter.

“Vi... are you okay?” I slurred, swaying on my feet as I stared down at her.

“Yes, Ana... just... take it slow. I’m right here...” Vi muttered. She barely even finished the sentence before her eyes rolled back and she slumped right over onto the leather cushions, completely passed out.

A wicked, alcohol-fueled urge suddenly flared up deep in my chest. I wanted to push him. I wanted to drag him straight to the edge.

Clutching the bar for balance, I fished my phone out of my clutch and dialed Alexander's number. It barely rang once before his deep, gravelly voice cut through the line.

“Hello? Is this the man with the leather eye patch?” I giggled, bursting into a low, breathless chuckle.

“Fuck!” he growled, the background noise on his end sounding like a roaring car engine. “Are you drunk, sunshine?”

“Am I...?” I drawled, leaning my back against the bar, feeling the cold marble press through the thin fabric of my dress. “I don’t know. But I took... like, how many shots again? I completely lost count.” I giggled into the receiver, my blood buzzing with pure heat. “I’m at a club party, Alexander. It’s so much fun. There are so many beautiful men here. With abs. Real, hard abs. I haven’t seen abs in such a long time, you know...”

“You better fucking stay exactly where you are,” he roared over the phone, his voice dropping into a terrifying, lethal pitch that made my core ache with an instant, dirty throb. “When I get there, I’m personally killing every single motherfucker who so much as looked at you. Find somewhere exclusive and wait for me right now. I’m coming.”

“Don’t be such a caveman, Alexander,” I whined, pouting my lips as if he could see me. “I just want to have funnnnn. Do you want to know what I’m wearing?”

A heavy, strained pause echoed over the line. I could hear his ragged breathing. “What are you wearing, Anastasia?”

“Another red dress,” I whispered sinfully, leaning into the microphone. “A very, very short one. It barely covers my ass. No straps, no sleeves... one tiny little tug from a man's fingers, and I’ll be entirely naked. Honestly, I’m thinking about sliding my panties off right now, Alexander. I’m just so incredibly hot and drunk...”

I was teasing him, obviously. I had absolutely no intention of doing something so reckless in public, but god, I wanted him here. I wanted his heavy, terrifying presence suffocating me.

“Ana. Do not remove your panties. Do you hear me?”

Suddenly, his voice wasn't yelling anymore. It was dead calm. Collected. A dark, dangerous quiet that sent a violent shiver straight down between my thighs, making me instantly wet.

“Uhm... and why shouldn't I?” I challenged over the blaring bass of the music.

“Because I fucking said so. You better behave that gorgeous little body of yours, or else...”

“Or else what, Mr. Miller? What exactly are you going to do to me? Remind me again... aren't you legally banned from touching me right now?”

A long, frustrated sigh vibrated through the speaker. “You are one lucky little rat.”

“Bla bla bla... yen yen yen... I can’t hear you over the music! I’m taking off my pants now!” I laughed, completely high on the power I held over him.

“Don’t you dare test me, Ana—”

“Whatever, Mr. Miller,” I interrupted, instantly hanging up the call.

The alcohol finally hit me like a freight train. My knees buckled, and I completely slumped forward, letting my head rest face-down against the cool bartender's table as darkness swirled over me.

I had no clue how much time had passed, but the sudden sensation of two massive, terrifyingly familiar hands sliding under my thighs and back jolted me awake. I blinked through the haze, looking up to find Alexander staring down at me, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles were ticking, practically fuming with pure rage.

“Oh! It’s my baby daddy! Hi, how are you?” I slurred, a massive, goofy smile breaking across my face as I lifted a clumsy hand and slapped his sculpted cheeks while he easily lifted me off the barstool.

“Shut up, Anastasia,” he snapped, his voice tight and deeply annoyed.

I blinked, looking around his broad shoulders, and realized the chaotic VIP lounge was entirely empty. The music was muffled, and almost all the people were completely gone. The only one left was Vivianne, who was still dead to the world, snoring softly on the velvet couch.

“Where did everybody go?”

“I kicked them the fuck out, they should be grateful I let them go without cutting their fingers,” he muttered, his grip tightening on my body as he marched out of the venue like a man on a mission.

He carried me out to the alleyway where his massive black Escalade was idling. Opening the door, he carefully deposited me into the passenger seat and leaned over me, pulling the seatbelt across my chest to strap me in.
He was so close. His expensive cologne mixed with the dark scent of weed and pure, raw testosterone overwhelmed my senses. My gaze dropped to his lips, and my intoxicated mind went entirely into the gutter. I wanted him inside me. Right now. I wanted him to stretch me out until I couldn't breathe.

As he began to pull his torso out of the car, I reached up on pure instinct, tangling my fingers firmly into his thick hair. With a sudden, aggressive jerk, I shoved his head straight down into my chest, burying his face directly into my exposed cleavage.

“Lick my tits, Alexander,” I commanded, my voice dripping with raw, dirty lust.



Author’s note: Ana is playing dirty😂