Page 140 of Hate to Love You

Children should be protected at all costs. After all, they’re the only purely innocent thing left in this world.

And yet, this monster was more than willing to… I don’t even know what he was or wasn’t willing to do.

And I don’t want to know.

What I do know, is that two years ago he was accused of raping three separate women, who were related to Nikotech’s biggest competitor.

It didn’t go anywhere, as there was no hard evidence, no DNA, just the word of three women, who were later accused of being junkies. All of them eventually withdrew their accusations and the case was dropped.

I looked into them too, and while addiction might be easy to hide, the signs are always still there if you know what you’re looking for.

But these girls were clean, had perfect GPA’s, and graduated in the top one percent at Columbia. They worked for the same company and had relatively normal lives.

…Until Boris entered the equation.

It’s interesting that one of his accusers hasn’t been seen since the report was filed, and the other two moved out of state somewhere.

The problem with Boris is that since the “incident,” he’s a bit of a recluse. He doesn’t go to The Studio, or anywhere really. At least anywhere that’s noticeable anyway. It’s as if he just goes to work and then he disappears until the next morning.

With how dedicated he was to this corporation; I wouldn’t be surprised if he slept here.

Speaking of the monster, I watch as Boris strides toward me, his head held high as his tattooed knuckles clench.

“Don’t worry, I’m on his schedule.” He snaps at me, strolling right past me and into Roman’s office.

Guess I should go be a good little assistant.

Standing, I walk over to Roman’s office, and lightly tap my fist against the dark oak door, before stepping inside.

Roman immediately looks up at me over the top of his glasses, smirking softly.

Boris, on the other hand, is outright glaring at me.

“Can I help you, Abigail?” Roman asks.

Smiling sweetly, I clear my throat.

“I was just checking if you needed anything,” I say, pointedly ignoring Boris as his eyes burn into my skin.

“No, Abby, we are all set here.” Roman replies, slightly confused, as I never just ask if there’s anything he needs.

“You sure? I was actually thinking of getting a drink from Roast, and wanted to see if you wanted a coffee?”

I smile sweetly, batting my lashes at him.

“No, I’m fine,” he says, still staring at me quizzically, taking his glasses off.

“She could get me a drink.” Boris states, his accent thick. “We are going to be here for a while.”

Roman immediately glares at Boris, the vein in his forehead becoming more and more pronounced as the seconds tick by.

“Um, never—”

“Oh sure! I can do that!” I intervene, my voice slightly higher in pitch. “No problem!”

“No, Abigail…” Roman starts.

“Really,” I smile at him, before turning to Boris. “I don’t mind! What do you want, Boris?”