Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 356 You Made the First Move

For the sake of her face, which had just gone through a major procedure, Hayley had no choice but to keep her rage and anguish in check. It was as if a thousand needles were piercing her heart right now as she clutched tightly onto the sheets under her, and she had to swallow to keep herself from shouting out in maniacal fury.

Meanwhile, in Averna, Anastasia was having dinner with Elliot at a lavish French restaurant, the ambiance of which only accentuated the man’s suave demeanor and romantic nature.

When it came time for her to go home after dinner, Elliot drove her back to the neighborhood entrance and parked the car. She grabbed her purse, but just as she opened the door to step down from the car, she heard a low and somewhat disgruntled man’s voice asking, “Aren’t you going to ask me to stay for a cup of tea?”

Anastasia said firmly, “No, it’s getting late. Maybe next time.”

“The weather’s so cold tonight, though. How about we have a sleepover? You have a bed, and I’ll warm it up for you,” he offered proudly.

She held onto the door as she sputtered and doubled over with laughter.

Elliot did not wait for her to speak before he got out of the car, and without her registering what he was doing, he walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and led her toward her apartment.

“H-Hey, Elliot! No, don’t do this,” Anastasia cried frantically.

building. Jared wasn’t home tonight, which meant there was no

she wasn’t a little girl anymore, but she was still terrified of what would happen now that they were two grown-ups left to their own devices. She had only just agreed to be his girlfriend, but it looked like he already had plans to make himself at home in her

his gaze darkening as he stared at her

just go home?”Anastasia looked up at him pleadingly. “It’s really, really

I

have work tomorrow, though,” she countered insistently

smile. He was the president, after all, and he thought granting his employees days off fell well within his

was a

eyes as he asked, “Are you

am,” she admitted. “Can

let me in—unless,

she argued, “I’d never

just a cup of tea,” Elliot needled in his signature husky tone, sounding like he

though he was known to be dangerous and domineering. She softened and took her keys out from her purse, opening the door as she warned him one last time, “No funny

he promised with good

She set her purse down and changed into slippers before taking out a men’s pair from the cabinet for Elliot

he observed with a

my dad,” she said, not