ANASTASIA’S POV

Ivan opened the front door and stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the house and let out a deep breath as I plopped onto the couch rolling my shoulders to ease the tension as Ivan silently set my bag on the coffee table

I bent down to remove my heels from my feet that ached from a long day. Before I could take them off, Ivan was already kneeling at my side.

His hands reached for my ankles, "Don't worry, I can do it myself," I muttered as I shook my head.

Ivan didn’t move. "I’m already here, ma’am. Just rest your back." He said...