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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. 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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Dimitri Fedorov - The heir of Fedorov Enterprises Holdings Inc. Devilishly handsome, irresistible, arrogant. The prince of nightlife. One of the most powerful businessmen in the world. He had everything: money, expensive cars, women. Sarah Miller...