Chapter 1 - Mr. Arrogant

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Sarah's POV

I grabbed my coffee and walked out of the cafe quickly. I was late.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone. He caught me by my waist quickly, saving me from falling. The coffee cup fell down. I placed my hands on his firm chest. Our eyes met. He had captivating green eyes. It seemed like time stopped. We were staying here, staring at each other.

"Sorry." I murmured.

The corner of his lips curled up.

"It was pleasure for me." He said in his husky accented voice, giving me an arrogant smirk.

I straightened. He was staring at me with an arrogant smirk.

He wore a dark gray shirt and black jeans

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He wore a dark gray shirt and black jeans. He was so handsome and sexy.

"Next time be careful, kiska. (kitty)" He warned arrogantly. He winked at me and walked away.

I was staying in the same place, dumbfounded. I pulled myself together and went towards my car.

As I arrived in the company, I went to my father's office. I walked towards the secretary.

"Good morning, Ava. Is my father in his office?" I asked.

"Good morning, Ms. Miller. Yes, he is." She replied, giving me a slight smile.

I nodded and went towards the office. I knocked on the door and opened the door. I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"Good morning." I greeted happily.

My brother, Ethan was here, too. I hugged my father, then my brother.

"Princess, are you ready?" My father asked.

My father and I were going to go to Russia tomorrow. We were going to have a meeting with a Russian businessman about a project in St. Petersburg.

"Yes, I packed my suitcase." I replied.

"Great, we will leave in five minutes. The jet is waiting for us." He informed; I nodded.

The jet landed in Russia. We went to the hotel. This evening we were having dinner with the Russian businessman.

I put on my black mini dress. I left my hair open. I took my clutch and left the suite. My father was waiting for me in the lobby.

We went towards the restaurant. A man, about in his early fifties, stood up, smiling at us. We walked towards him. My father shook his hand.

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