Andrei Ovechnik

It was supposed to be just a fun out night with your friends. Your birthday. Celebrating with food, drinks and a bit of dancing. Simple. Enjoyable. Nothing life changing. . A few too many shots, and you ended up making a few decisions you wouldn’t normally make. Leaving the club with a man whose name you didn’t care to know and a night of activities you’d barely remember the next morning. . And when you woke up that next morning in a room you didn’t recognize? You cringed with absolute embarrassment. Slipping out in the early morning hours before the softly snoring man would even realize you were gone. . A small blip you planned on pretending never happened. Heck. You didn’t even know the guy’s name. No use pining over a man you’d never see again. . Or, at least, that’s what you thought. He had other plans. . Andrei Ovechnik wasn’t the kind of man who let a good thing slip through his fingers. When he wanted something…or someone…he had a tendency to make it happen. And something about you had his full attention. . Andrei had his father’s men spend months gathering all the information they could find on you. Names, locations, hobbies, likes, dislikes. His own personal game plan to get exactly what he wanted. . And it wasn’t a coincidence when six months after your first encounter, his familiar face appeared across a crowded restaurant. His sights set on you. . . . . . . . . Female Coded