Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I can't fucking sleep and it's all her fault. Did her father really do all that shit? Maybe she was the one who killed her brother. His death still is a mystery to this day.

I can't help but feel anger towards a dead man. Edgar Ivanov didn't deserve to be a father to Anastasia. I wish I could kill him all over again. I don't even know why I care. Or why I think Anastasia deserved a father.

My mind is invaded with thoughts of her. Her creamy thighs, her plump lips, and her aura is so addicting, I can't seem to stay away. She holds herself so well it intrigues me. Right when I saw her, I've felt nothing but anger and interest. It's like I want to know about her. I can't do that though, I can't make myself vulnerable.

I hate that she does this shit to me.

Fuck.

She fucked me up. And I hate her for it.

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"I called a meeting today because Lorenzo just informed me we have a rat in the drug department who is supplying a Professor at Baylor University. Professor Jonathan Hall is selling MY drugs to students at school for his own profit." Lorenzo woke me up at five in the fucking morning to tell me this. "Anastasia, you're going to college and figuring this shit out."

She was sitting across from me in a white tank top that she paired with a red lace bra and black jeans that molded every single curve of hers. Her shirt of course was see through and she looked uninterested in anything I just said. Her midnight hair was long and wavy and her grey eyes were looking more grey today.

"What? I wasn't listening." Her soft lips form into a smirk and I control myself from choking her on this table in front of everyone.

"Alright that's all for today, get to work." Everyone gets up and starts to leave. "Anastasia, stay." She sits back down and crosses her arms with her lips pressed together. I had a lot more to say but she made me want to get her all alone so I cut the meeting short.

"What?"

"So you know what you're doing for the task right?" She crosses one leg over the other and her shoulders relax.

"Yeah I'm going undercover as a student and I have to find out who the rat is. Sounds like fun."

"It seems like you enjoy pissing me off." She leans forward a little.

"And what about it?" This woman. Drives. Me. Crazy. She stands up and runs a hand through her hair. "Is that it?"

"You start next week and you can go to Lorenzo for the rest of the details. I don't need you pissing me off anymore."

"Stronzo." (Asshole) She mumbled under her breath loud enough for me to hear, purposely.

I continue to work in my office for the next hours until a small figure with hazel eyes sits in the big chair in front of me. I'm not really big on the whole kids thing but Scarlett is not your normal four year old.

"Hi." Her hair is in a messy low ponytail and she's kicking her small legs due to the height of the chair. I look up at her from my desk with a blank expression.

"Isn't your sister looking for you?" She looked around the room before deciding on an answer.

"I guess but I was getting bored in her room all day." She jumps down from the chair and starts to walk around touching every single book I have on the shelves.

I sigh irritated hoping she would notice and leave me alone. Instead she does the exact opposite.

"Why are you so grumpy all the time? No wonder Stasia doesn't like you." Her small squeaky voice fills my head and I'm curious on what Anastasia tells her.

I stifle a laughter. "I don't like her either." Scarlett crosses her arms and her brows furrow with anger, it's a little adorable.

"Fuck!" Her small voice screams and my eyes snap up to the young girl that just cursed.

"Scarlett, you shouldn't say that."

"Why not? Stasia says it when she's mad all the time." She looks very mad right now and I can't help but try not to laugh. "And I'm super mad right now."

"Why?" Why am I still talking to her?

"Because you hate my sister. And she is the best person in the whole wide world. I wanna be just like her."

"I hear your sister calling for you." I didn't but I simply wanted to end the conversation. Her eyes get bigger and she jumps down from the chair and runs out my office. I have really got to start locking my door.

This is a really important mission. I decided to send Anastasia because that's what she is here for. She's going to be so mad when she gets her uniform. This mission should last no more than a week. She's only 23 so she'll fit in perfectly with those lame ass college kids.

Scarlett was wrong. I don't hate her. I'm just not a people person.

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Hours pass by, and it's eight o' clock at night already. I was just about to finish up in my office, but then of course, the devil walks in.

"Uniform, really Alessandro? What the fuck!" I glance up from my desk to her and there she is with a messy ponytail and irritated eyes. She hold the white dress shirt and burgundy plaid skirt in her hands.

"Can you just not complain for fuck sakes?" I rub my fingers at my temple to display my tiredness and hope she goes away. "You only have to wear it for like a week, suck it up."

She stomps out of the room just to come back ten minutes later, but this time she's in the uniform.

Holy fu-

"I look like a porn star. You guys couldn't even get my size right." Her hands are on her hips, those curvy hips. The white shirt is a bit see through, still revealing her bright ass red bra, and the plaid skirt is short, barely reaching mid thigh. The top two buttons of her shirt are undone, displaying some cleavage, but the shirt was already tight, hugging every curve. I'm sure if she just bent over, everyone would get a view of her.

No way she is going like that.

"Are you just gonna stare at me all day?" She raises an eyebrow with a cocky smile. I lean back in my chair and keep my expression as neutral as possible.

"Wear some jeans instead. You're not wearing that skirt." Here it comes.

"I kind of don't have a choice dumbass."

"Anastasia."

"Alessandro."

She drives me insane, and I hate that I enjoy it.

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Taste of your lips is still fresh And the smell of your scent, how could I forget?

Your words how they cut me to shreds But to tell you the truth every piece is for you