Early the next day, Irina was still in my apartment cooking breakfast, making herself right at home. I stared at her, my heart beating with happiness but my mind was still wary of the fact that she was in my apartment.

“The bodyguards will cause a stir in the corridors. You need to leave,” I retorted as I stared out the window as the morning sun rays hit the living room.

“I sent them away last night ...