But it can't happen again.

It never will.

I look down at Alexander and see his eyes are still closed while one of his arms is behind his head, making his biceps look bigger than usual.

Jesus.

If any part of a man's body makes me weak it's his biceps and back muscles. It's just a hot feature that guys have.

I get out of the bed slowly and walk over to my suitcase that is in the closet. I grab out a change of clothes and quickly change into them before grabbing my suitcase and walking out of the hotel room.

Surely Alexander will understand, I mean he literally does this for a living. After he is done fucking girls, he either sends them to fuck off or he leaves before they can wake up.

I just don't want to be in the same room with him when he wakes up and ends up being an asshole again. I can deal with him when we get home or when he gets home because I am not staying in this damn country any longer. I just want to get home and relax. Besides, I don't do one-night stands and I know that with Alexander this is what this is. I have only had sex with two people in my life, now three.

God, I am now like one of those other girls who had sex with him. He probably sees me as a whore especially with the outfit I was wearing yesterday.

I get outside of the hotel and see the car I had ordered parked in the front.

I get inside the car. "The airport," I say and relax in the seat.

"What about Mr. Russo, Ms. De Luca?" the driver asks.

"He is taking his own plane."

After I say that, he knows not to question anymore so he starts driving to the airport while I look outside and watch the buildings pass by.

It isn't really snowing today or raining. You can see the dark gray clouds in the sky though. Although we are at war with Russia, the country itself is beautiful. I have only been to Moscow a few times and then I also went to Saint Petersburg once for a mission, but I also got to see the Romanov’s castle because I watched the movie Anastasia and it's my favorite movie. The castle is beautiful and I am glad I got to see it in person.

"Ms., we are here," the driver says and I look up and see we are in front of the plane at the airport.

"Thank you. Do you mind getting my bags and putting them on the plane?" I ask as I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Not at all, Ms.," he says before getting out of the car and going to the trunk to get my bag.