Page 19 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Ruslan

"Boss, the Stellar Entertainment acquisition is basically locked down, but they're still haggling over a few contract terms."

My assistant placed a thick file in front of me. I flipped it open, my sharp gaze scanning every line.

To pave Eva's path, I'd been making strategic moves throughout Hollywood lately. Acquiring production companies was just the first step—the real priority was signing directors and screenwriters with genuine talent.

"How's the situation with Elliot Voss?" I asked.

My assistant grimaced. "He says he doesn't need investors and doesn't want to be tied down by any studio. Right now, he only wants to make the films he wants to make."

Elliot Voss was one of Hollywood's top-tier directors, with multiple Oscar nominations under his belt. I had to sign him—the man was a genuine talent.

"Set up dinner tomorrow night at Nobu. Tell him I want to talk about film," I closed the file. "No contracts, just art. "

"Yes, Boss."

My phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with Eva's name.

Eva: 2 grueling weeks of wrap-up work should be done this afternoon - im finally finishing filming!

I glanced at the time—only 10 AM. A smile tugged at my lips as I typed back.

Me: congrats in advance. you can get some real rest now

Eva: ^ ^ I actually love this feeling tho, don't want to rest too long. maybe I can use the break to take some systematic acting classes

I was about to reply when another message from Eva came through quickly.

Eva: cast has a wrap party tonight, no need to pick me up!

Me: send me the address. text me when it's winding down, and I'll have a driver get you

Before Eva could respond, I was pulled into a series of back-to-back meetings.

The morning was spent on a luxury apartment development project in Manhattan—my bread and butter. I handled the various issues effortlessly.

Lunch was a quick salad at my desk.

The afternoon was a marathon of meetings with top CAA agents, connecting with Hollywood's premier styling teams. I poached them at triple their current rate, exclusively for Eva's service. I also had a lengthy conversation with Margaret Page, the acting coach who'd guided multiple Oscar winners.

After Margaret left, I dove back into other business. Real estate contracts needed final review, the newly acquired production company needed management restructuring, and several major investment decisions were waiting for my approval.

Before I knew it, the clock was pointing to 10:30 PM. Having completed all planned work, I rubbed my temples.

I picked up my phone and found only one unread message—a location pin for the wrap party restaurant.

Me: party over yet ?

I waited several minutes before my phone finally buzzed. But the content made me freeze.

Eva: Hi, are you Eva's friend? the party's over and most of the cast has left

My brow furrowed immediately.

Me: who is this? why do you have Eva's phone?

Eva: I'm Pamit, Eva's coworker. Eva's drunk and I used her face unlock. I dont know where she lives

Pamit.

My mind instantly flashed to that day I'd visited the set—this bastard cupping Eva's face, pressing his lips against hers.

Sure, they'd been filming, but that intimate pose still pissed me off, and his lustful looks at Eva made me want to eliminate him permanently. After I'd thoroughly "punished" Eva that night, she'd convinced the director to cut the kissing scenes, claiming they didn't fit her character development.

During my set visits after that, I'd found the little shit much more tolerable. I'd assumed the bastard had gotten the message, but apparently he was still sniffing around someone who belonged to me.

I took a deep breath, suppressing my rage, then immediately left the office and drove to the location.

The wrap party was at an upscale Hollywood restaurant.

I slammed the car door and strode toward the entrance.

I spotted them immediately—right on the front steps.

Pamit was supporting Eva, who was leaning limply against him, her pale cheeks flushed with an enticing pink.

Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be mumbling something.

The bastard was looking down at her with exactly the kind of predatory gaze that made me want to snap his neck.

In that moment, I almost lost control and did exactly that. Instead, I walked toward them.

"Eva."

My voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make both of them look up.

Pamit was clearly startled when he saw me, surprise and wariness flashing in his eyes. He'd seen me on set plenty of times but didn't know my identity or my real relationship with Eva. Eva, hearing my voice, drowsily opened her eyes.

I walked up to them, my gaze settling on Pamit's hand around Eva's waist. He felt the ice in my stare and instinctively started to pull back. But I didn't give him the chance. I took Eva's soft body from his arms and pulled her tightly against me.

"Pamit, right?" My voice carried the crushing authority of someone used to being obeyed, making the air around us feel heavy.

He managed a nervous smile and extended his right hand. "Mr. Yvannov, great to see you again."

I looked down at his outstretched hand, my lips curving into an ambiguous smile. Just when he thought I was going to shake it, my right hand grabbed his collar instead.

The next second, I effortlessly shoved him aside. Pamit stumbled several steps before steadying himself, shock and anger flashing in his eyes.

"You—"

"Stay away from her." My tone was ice-cold. "This is your first and last warning."

Pamit's face flushed red, but seeing the menace in my eyes, he instinctively backed up two steps.

Just then, Eva in my arms finally sobered up a little.

She lifted her head, those beautiful green eyes looking at me in confusion.

"Ruslan?" She reached up to touch my face. "How did you get here!"

Then she frowned and shook her head.

"Huh? Why are there so many of you?"

I looked down at her, holding her tighter. "Eva, you're drunk. We're going home now."

Without sparing Pamit another glance, I turned and walked toward my car with Eva in my arms. I could feel his resentful stare boring into my back like daggers.

So what? Losers only got to watch from the sidelines .

I carefully placed Eva in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.

The car had barely pulled onto the main road when Eva started getting restless.

"Ruslan." Her hand found my arm, her voice carrying a sultry quality I'd never heard when she was sober.

"Yeah?" I tried to stay focused, keeping my eyes glued to the road ahead.

"Your arms are so hard." Eva squeezed the muscle in my arm, then let her hand drift down along my arm until it reached my lap. "This is too."

My breathing hitched as I felt all my blood rushing to one place. My knuckles went white gripping the steering wheel. Through the fabric of my suit, she curiously grasped my already rock-hard cock.

"So hard and big," Eva's drunk voice reached my ears. Then she had the audacity to give it a little squeeze.

Fuck. My dick throbbed painfully, and I wanted nothing more than to pull over and fuck her senseless right there in the car.

"Eva!" I warned through gritted teeth.

"You're being mean," Eva pouted like she was hurt, but her hands didn't stop—instead, she started trying to unbuckle my belt. She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling my ear. "You smell so good, Ruslan."

Fuck. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as sweat beaded on my forehead. Drunk Eva was lethal—flushed cheeks, hazy green eyes, lips slightly parted. Every expression was testing my self-control.

"Sit still and behave," I said hoarsely.

"Don't wanna," Eva rubbed against me like a kitten. "Ruslan, I missed you so much."

I took a deep breath and decisively pulled over. I turned to properly discipline this unruly little drunk, only to find she'd already fallen asleep against her seat.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I was torn between exasperation and amusement. Finally, I could only sigh helplessly and restart the car.

The next morning, I was bringing a glass of honey lemon water to place on the nightstand when I found Eva already awake, rubbing her temples.

"You're up?" I handed her the honey lemon water.

"Yeah," Eva took the glass. "Did I drink too much last night?"

"What do you think?" I gave her a meaningful look. "Remember what you did last night?"

Eva tried hard to recall. "I think I remember you picking me up?"

"What else?"

"What else?" Eva shook her head in confusion. "I don't remember."

I stared at her for several seconds, then decided not to hold a grudge against a drunk. I leaned down and bit her lower lip hard.

"Ow." Eva winced and covered her mouth, looking at me with complete bewilderment. "What was that for?"

"Nothing." I straightened up. "Just drink less next time."

Three days later.

"Where are you taking me?" Eva asked curiously.

I turned the car around a corner. "Didn't you say you wanted to find a systematic acting class to improve your skills?"

The car stopped in front of a studio. "We're here."

Eva got out and saw the studio name, her mouth falling open in surprise. "This is Margaret's studio."

I explained to Eva that Margaret had agreed to coach her, which was why I'd brought her here. Eva was incredulous. Walking through the long corridor, her emotions finally settled somewhat.

We walked in, and even though we were forty minutes early, Margaret was already there waiting. I greeted Margaret and introduced Eva.

"So you're Eva?" Margaret said to her. "I've seen your audition tapes. You have real potential. "

"Thank you for agreeing to coach me," Eva said respectfully but excitedly. "I've seen all the work of the actors you've coached! Aria Sterry, Luna Reynolds—they all won Oscars under your guidance!"

Margaret smiled and asked, "You definitely have talent, but it needs refinement. Are you willing to undergo rigorous training?"

"Yes!" Eva answered without hesitation. "I'll do anything to improve my acting!"

Margaret nodded approvingly. "Good. Then we'll start tomorrow, for one month. Five times a week, three hours each session. I'll teach you the essence of Method acting—how to truly become a character, not just play one."

Eva promised excitedly, "I won't let you down."

Margaret emphasized gently, "Remember, talent is just the beginning. Real success requires sweat and tears."

Coming out of the studio, I could feel Eva's soul was still floating.

"That excited? You little theater addict." I helped her buckle her seatbelt, and just as I was about to pull back, Eva planted a loud kiss on my cheek.

I instinctively looked up at her.

Her eyes were full of gratitude. "You arranged for Margaret to coach me?"

I started the car. "I told you I'd give you the best resources, including the best teachers."