PART ONE - THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

Six Years Ago

Hours into the night, the man stepped out of the blue Ferrari he was driving, pushing his silver rimmed circular glasses up the bridge of his nose before readjusting the lapels of his black overcoat. His curly reddish-brown hair was in a man-bun while loose ringlets that had escaped the confinement swayed freely as he moved.

He towered over majority of the many men he walked past as he walked into the hotel and straight to the reception.

"Sasha Sokolov" his voice caused the absentminded receptionist to shudder and as she looked at him, he saw the fear instantly appear in her eyes. Sasha wasn't unfamiliar with the look in those eyes.

He knew he wasn't a pretty sight.

He had a long scar running over his left brow and down to his chin, slightly missing his lips and leaving him partially blind in one eye.

"Would you be a little more scared if I pulled out a gun, sweetheart?" He smirked; voice filled with sarcasm and an undiluted Russian accent as she shakily handed him the key-card to his room.

"Thank you" He took the card and walked to the elevator, glancing at the faded silver watch on his wrist. It was late 1:45AM.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button leading to the 25th floor. Eyes on the door as it slowly grew closer together, he watched a small hand stretch out, consequently stopping the doors from closing.

Sorry" a blonde woman mumbled, struggling to hold up the dark-skinned woman who was drunk out of her mind.

"I'm hungry" the drunk woman slurred, wrapping her arms around her best friend's neck. Her locs flopped down, covering her face. She stayed silent for a couple of seconds before her head shot up again.

"I want a kiss" Her voice turned flirtatious, filled with lust as she nipped on her bottom lip. The more sober friend cleared her throat and looked around. When her eyes caught sight of the tall and muscular man in the elevator, she froze with fear.

The drunk friend looked in the direction of her friend's gaze and Sasha wasn't sure what he was expecting but he certainly wasn't expecting his heart to 'skip a beat'.

It was either because she was beautiful or because she smiled so prettily. There was something about her beauty that made him feel like she was different.

She was the first person who smiled at him on seeing him for the first time. It was a little uncomfortable and a little more adorable.

Her cheek dimples were deep.

'Or maybe it's just because you're horny' he thought, finding it a tad bit hard to look away.

"Oh, look. It's Kylo Ren" She giggled, and he blinked at her before raising a brow. How could such meaningless blabber sound so pretty, he wondered.

"You're Kylo Ren, right? I knew it! Right?" she smiled foolishly at him, eyes shut as she smiled and for some reason Sasha chuckled even if he didn't understand what she was saying in the slightest.

Before he could answer, the doors of the elevator opened and the blonde quickly pulled her friend out, glancing back at Sasha with fearful wide eyes like he was some bomb about to explode.

Sasha stood in the elevator, watching them leave.

"Bye!" The drunk girl smiled, waving at him as her friend pulled her into a room. Sasha stepped out of the elevator; hands locked behind his back as he headed towards the door that she had just walked in.

He slipped his hands into his pocket, standing in front of the door.

Standing in from of the door with his hands in the deep pockets of his black overcoat, he stared at the numbers on the door.

5026

A smirk settled on his lips as he held his key-card up.

5027

He spun around and opened the door to the room directly opposite this girl's room and before he could walk in, her door opened.

"Goodnight, babe. I love you" the blonde called, breathing heavily and struggling to fix her buttons. The color of lipstick smudged on her lips and chin was the same as the one the other girl had on -a dark brown.

Well, someone was having fun.

Stumbling on her heels and ignoring the other presence in the hallway, she walked off. The dark skinned girl leaned against the door, rid of her pants and wearing nothing but a flowery pink shirt -and a thong.

"It's you again" she cheered, walking towards Sasha who let her into his room with an amused smile on his face.

She was quite adorable --although a little stupid as it seemed.

"Hello." she smiled, turning around to glance at him as she made her way into the hotel room.

"You realize that you're wearing a shirt and a thong, right?" He asked, shrugging off his overcoat as he watched her move around the living room and trailing her fingers over the edge of the couch.

"Yup. My pants were too tight" he could tell that she was still drunk as he moved to the table and uncorked the bottle of wine sitting there. He poured himself a glass and walked towards her.

She was staring out at the view when Sasha stood next to her, an unlit cigar in between his lips. He contemplated lighting it before he placed it on the table next to them.

Her head barely reached his chest, he thought with a chuckle and took a sip of the wine in his glass. He hardly ever saw women this short.

"You know what my mom used to say about stars?" She mumbled in a melancholic tone, resting her head on his arm like they were lovers from those sugary movies. Sasha usually hated people who moved too close to him. Sasha hated people who couldn't control themselves when they were drunk. Sasha hated most things but for some reason, this woman seemed to be an exception.

She sounded sad. He was curious. How could one smile so brightly and still seem so sad?

"What?" He wasn't curious in the slightest, but her voice was warm and nice to listen to.

"I can't remember" she grinned, looking up at him and for a second, he wondered why she was smiling. What exactly was funny about not remembering what her mother said but he asked himself the same question when he smiled just because she did.

"You have a boyfriend. No?" He asked, hoping to kill the curiosity that was bothering him. She shook her head and tucked a strand of her nape-length locs behind her ear before looking at him.

"Why? Willing to fill the spot?" Sasha chuckled, taking a sip of his alcohol.

"I'm a little too old for you, darling" Sasha tilted his head to the side, a smirk on his lips. She smiled and pulled herself close to him, running her fingers over his thick grey turtleneck sweater.

"Really? And how old you think I am?" She smiled as the dangerous looking man seemed to think about it, taking a sip of his alcohol.

"Too young" he answered vaguely and she laughed.

"I'm twenty-one" she whispered, pulling him close by his shirt. Sasha refused to talk because she was too fucking close for her own good.

"Too young, darling." He cooed, cupping her chin and simultaneously rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

He noticed how silent she went and how her defiant gaze fell to the floor.

She realized that he was rejecting her. She might be a little too forward, but she certainly knew when to take a hint.

"How about this? You sleep in the room, and I'll take the couch?" He offered, moving his hand to her hair. Lightly, he ran his large and rough palm over her hair in a seemingly caring way.

Her lips parted to speak as she looked up at him. She completely forgot what she was going to say.

In a way, he was striking --beautiful. A little scary too.

The scar on his face wasn't a pretty sight and she had a feeling that even without the scar, he'd still have the same intimidating kind of beauty.

"Or we could spend the night together -say...a one-night stand without the sex?" She asked, crossing her arms against her chest.

"But does it include taking our clothes off?" Sasha asked teasingly, hands behind his back as he enjoyed the view. He, so badly, wanted to pull her thong aside and fuck her against the glass wall but she was drunk.

At 4AM, she fell asleep on the couch after screaming the lyrics to a song and dancing around. Sasha stared out at the view of his hotel room while she did what it was that she was doing.

It was hard to ignore her especially when she was wearing that.

At 4:30AM, Sasha stood by the couch with his head tilted to the left, watching her sleep. Her shirt rode up and exposed the stretch marks marking her thighs and ass.

She was such a beguiling sight.

At 5:13AM, He swept her off the couch and walked to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and climbed in after her, spooning her. Sasha slowly fell asleep.

She felt so warm.

At 10AM, when he woke up, she was gone -she even took his coat, but she left a note.

Thank you so much and I'm sorry for being a bother. I borrowed your overcoat -I'll buy you lunch and return it when I see you again (I know that's probably never gonna happen).

Thank you again and have a great day!

-xoxo, D.

He smiled and folded the note up, slipping it into his pocket. Sasha didn't believe in destiny or fate. He knew there was only an almost impossible chance of running into her so, he didn't dwell on it. He was just going to keep the memory of the woman who stole his heart in just a single encounter.

A/N

Hello Darlings! I hope you enjoy it.
It's my first time writing something like this so, I hope it doesn't flop.
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Okay, so quick note. Sasha is a Russian name, a shorter version of the name Aleksandr.

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-Aduke <3