Desires Die Hard novel (Anya and Evan) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was June, at the crack of dawn, a beautiful woman woke up with pains wracking her body and a splitting headache in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, somewhere in the capital city, Nordeny.

She felt utterly exhausted. Her head was killing her. It was as if she had woken up in a stranger’s body. The young woman was Anya MacMillan. She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up. The sight before her baffled her.

A huge bed. Messy sheets with streaks of dried dubious fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed and the floor. Clothes that belonged to her and a man.

Anya jerked in shock. She whipped her head around and stared at the other side of the bed.

On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.

Exhaustion lined his handsome face. His eyes were tightly shut. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked, His finely sculpted form laid completely bare to Anya’s eyes.

The pounding in Anya’s head worsened.

Her breathing quickened. Did she…had she…with Evan…last night?

Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.

Last night…she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.

What had happened after that?

Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some…

There was no doubt about it. They had sex.

It must be her stepmother. Her stepmother must have drugged them! Anya couldn’t think of anyone else who would do something so vicious to her!

Anya felt an alarm sound off in her head. ‘She had to get out of here,’ she thought. She tried to clamber out of bed immediately. She knew exactly who Evan Welton was.

The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn’t know. Angering him would mean death.

Anya imagined the possibility of Evan waking up right now. What would he think when he saw the mess? There was no way she could talk her way out of this one.

She had been secretly in love with the man since she had been a girl. She didn’t want the man to detest her.