Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 208 Call Me by My Name

Anastasia had been meaning to get disposable cups, but she always forgot about them. To date, she wasn’t sure how many times she had drunk out of the same glass as Elliot.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone suddenly rang. She reached for it and put the call through after glancing at the caller ID. “Hello, Miss Chastain.”

“Miss Tillman, I’ve come bearing good news! We rounded up the sales for today at fifteen million. While the customers didn’t come in droves, they each bought more than a million’s worth of jewelry. Never have I seen such staggering business since I started working here!”

Surprise filled Anastasia’s pretty eyes when she heard this. She wondered how these customers came upon her shop in the first place. She was sure that she didn’t rally her friends or family for support, and she had yet to advertise the shop and the products. Could these just be customers who happened to drop by the shop?

It went without saying that she was elated by how things had turned out. She would like to think that fate was being kind to her. As the night breeze picked up, she suddenly remembered that they were in the depths of autumn now. To think that she had returned to this country in August, and in the blink of an eye, November was right around the corner.

Far too many things had happened in the last few months, the biggest of which was how Elliot had integrated himself into her life. He had shown up without warning like a storm no one could anticipate, and he was so demanding that he would not stand for rejection on her part.

about him, perhaps, was how he could make her feel like she was being devoured in flames, yet she didn’t mind it at all. She wanted him to do all

made her feel such primal urges whenever they were alone, and she also questioned if the same would apply if she was with another man. If that were the case, it would only go to show that

she suddenly became inspired to find a decent man that she liked and have a fling with him. It could be a platonic fling, and it would be sufficient to distract her from the effects that Elliot had on her. That way, she wouldn’t spend every waking moment thinking about that man. She was already

enamored with playtime, for he turned to look at Elliot seriously as he said, “Mr.

will,” Elliot said with

and pointed out, “Jared, you can’t have Mr. Presgrave coming over every day just to play with you. He’s a busy man, and it

had only just said this when she felt a sharp look being

could still pick out the implication

Alright then,” Jared replied

said, “Come on, go get your pajamas before I give you

boy went into his room to do as he

full glass of water she had poured out earlier, and he

was going to have to get him a mug if these visits were

Presgrave, it’s late, and you should be getting home,” she reminded firmly but