Her Russian Man

A Date?

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Mikhail's pov:

I was waiting for Rooh downstairs. I got ready and came down but she was still not here. What is she even doing? As I heard her stomach growling she would be so much hungry but then she should be fast but instead she was slow and still not here. For tapping my shoes on the floor few minutes and running impatient I was ready to run upstairs to call her.

But before I could she was standing at the first stair clad in a dark blue-blackish dress. Her hair open and curled adorning her small and beautiful face. Her lips tainted with a nude shade of lipstick and some minimal makeup on her face. She was descending down the stairs carefully not wanting to fell down but even if she would I was there to catch her.

She came down and stood in front of me. She was looking beautiful and flawless perfect like a goddess. She is just so different and never fails to attract me. I was gazing at her beauty and a frown appeared on her face.

"What are you looking at?" she asked me confusingly.

I didn't said anything and keep straight at her for sometime and shook my head at her.

"What? Am I looking that bad?" she asked me with a frown.

I didn't replied again and started walking out of the mansion and heard her heels clicking behind me and I knew she was following me like a lost puppy now. I smiled internally but walking with a straight cold face and sat inside the car.

She also came to passenger seat and after settling herself buckled her belt. I started driving the car and the ride was silence. I was peacefully driving on the road and suddenly her voice came. I knew it she can't be quiet for a long time. Even if she don't likes me she still talks nonsense with me even if I'm interested or not.

Such a chatterbox!

"Where are you taking me?" she asked me curiously looking at me.

"You will see it." I said curtly keeping my answer short.

"Is it a date?" she asked me and smirked. It was not something evil smirk like mine but soft and cute smirk according to her personality.

"Why do you want to go on one?" I asked her amusingly.

She thought for sometime. "I don't mind if you will ask me politely." she said and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Then forget it." I said and shrugged.

'Devil' she muttered under her breath and crossed her arms on her chest puffing her cheeks out. She always acts like a five year old kid.

"I heard you." I pointed out.

"Good for you." she mumbled.

Then no one said anything for sometime and that was unusual of her. So she again spoke after some time like I said.

"You didn't tell me." he voice came breaking the silence.

"What?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Is it a date?" she asked me curiously again.

"You can think whatever you want." I shrugged because why to name it a date we just want to have a decent food.

"I'm considering it as a date then." she said teasing me but I didn't reacted on her words.

I don't care what she thinks it's just I want her to have some food in her stomach because I know there are so many changes in her lifestyle since she has changed her country and climate and habitats or also sometimes which are making her loose her appetite.