(IVANNA)
A knock on the door wakes me up earlier than usual.
I have taken to sleeping in the last few days, not eager to see anybody at breakfast. And last night, after Sergio's double orgasm fest, I stayed up late thinking about what he promised me. I'm I that weak as to sleep with a man who almost became my father in law? The man who very well knows I hate Tyva and won't let me go home?
No. I'm strong. Sidorovas are strong. We are neither weak nor quitters. As attracted as I am to Sergio, I have to resist him.
"Miss, are you awake?" one of the Sakharov staff asks by the door.
"Yes?"
"Sir Sakharov requests for your presence at breakfast."
What the hell? What makes him think that he can order me around just because he made me come twice? "Tell him I'm still sleeping."