In Bed with a Stranger

One day, I—Masha Vorobyova—woke up in the arms of a handsome stranger. Everything suggested that we now knew each other better than ever, but I was scared and ran away—making a joke out of fate, which kept going on to keep pushing us together. Exactly until I accidentally annoyed my “stranger.” And if I’d known that Arthur Voloshin would turn out to be an influential businessman with the possessive ways of a tyrant, I would never have climbed under his bullets to save him.