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I don't know what I'm doing.

Ever since what happened in this very bathroom a few minutes ago, my mind has been running a thousand miles an hour, questioning whether or not I should go through with Nikolai's demand.

I've been so caught up with him and myself that I've completely forgotten about what I'm even here for in the first place. Lorenzo is sat at our table and yet I couldn't give less than a single fuck about him.

My body still hasn't recovered from the orgasm that I received, and yet I'm still thinking why I let myself get lost in his touch. It's degrading really, I don't know anything about him yet I melt under his fingertips.

I can't allow myself to do so if I want to follow on with my plan, so if that means I have to make him fall for me first in order to get to know him, then I'm doing exactly that. No matter how much it irks me.

I gather myself, and walk out of the bathroom and surprisingly there isn't a massive queue lining up, making me feel more at ease with everything.

My first step is to play him at his own game, make him believe I'm falling for him and he'll soon enough begin reciprocating the same energy. Men are all the same, you give them an ounce of attention and they'll fall flat on their knees.

Nikolai Volkov is not an exception by any means.

As I walk out of the hallway, I automatically spot Lorenzo sat like a clueless dog at our table. I'm genuinely surprised how he hasn't gathered the courage to get up and leave considering how possibly long I've been gone for.

"What kept you so long?" He insinuates conversation quickly as I sit down, fixing the slit of the dress so it covers everything.

"Why must you know a lady's business?" I perk my brow up at him, and Lorenzo's face flushes red as he begins to down his glass of champagne. I don't feel bad for quite frankly lying to him, at the end of the day this whole marriage has been forced upon us.

As his redness begins to fade away, I insist in continuing to taunt him. "Did you grow up being taught no manners? What on earth am I marrying?" I shake my head, and this time his cheeks grow a beetroot colour as he scrambles to find the correct words in response.

I don't let him, instead I see myself having an easy way out of this whole disaster and stand up, putting on an act of 'you hurt me, so I'm leaving.' In reality, I don't care about anything this man says, he can cuss me out in all of the languages he knows and he'll just be left without a tongue or teeth.

I'd much rather marry that version of him anyway.

Lorenzo doesn't fight for me to stay as he obviously sense this whole ordeal is a lost cause and isn't going to work anyway.

I look up to the clock hung above the checkout booth, and it reads 23:16, making me grin at myself as I know I'm just in time to go through with phase one of my plan.

Disappointment fills me as I step out of the luxurious restaurant and I'm met with buckets or rain being poured down. Fortunately, I'm standing under some shelter which gives me enough time to attempt to find the Russian.

My eyes scan the hundreds of fancy cars piled in the car park, and I manage to make out a figure standing next to a black Audi. The man is staring at me from a distance, and I instantly make out who it is.

I begin practically running to the car, and as I reach closer to him and his ride, my eyes make out his drenched hair draping over his forehead, the ends just above his eyebrows. Nikolai doesn't fail to hold eye contact with me as I slow my walk, now only a mere two metres away.

Nikolai's blazer hugs his figure perfectly due to it being so wet, his biceps practically bulging through as he opens the passenger door to me. I don't make a move to sit, instead I decide to torture him for longer.

"Get in, or I will make you get in." Nikolai clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated with my stubbornness as I stand still in the freezing cold and allowing my hair to spiral into their natural curls do to the rain.

I tilt my head to the side, my lips pulling into a smirk as I still hold my own, not moving a single inch. "You touch me and I will happily rip your fingers off."

Immediately, I sense Nikolai beginning to lose his patience as his jaw ticks, and his eyes narrow at me. "Ty budesh' moyey smert'yu," his accent manages to chip in as he speaks to me in his mother tongue. (Translation - Russian. "You're going to be the death of me,")

The devil doesn't even think about his actions as he takes a couple of steps towards me, and ironically the rain begins pouring down harder. He wraps an arm around the back of my waist, pushing me towards the car door and seat.

Clearly sensing he isn't going to stop, I put my persistence aside and sit onto the white faux-leather seat, my dress sticking to my skin due to it being drenched.

Nikolai shuts the door gently, however I still hear a couple of foreign curses leave his mouth as he scoffs, no doubtingly due to me being such a headache. He certainly has no clue what he's coming close to deal with if he's losing his patience just because I'm putting on a fight to get into his car.

I'm curious as to where we're going as Nikolai hops in the driver's side, automatically driving out of the car park with ease. "Where are we going?" I ask, turning my head so I can observe his facial expressions easier.

"You'll see when we get there." Nikolai scowls, keeping his eyes on the road, avoiding me and my presence. I turn away from him, and observe the passing of the millions of streets at a heightened speed as Nikolai drives at a hundred miles per hour, yet still looking calm and collected.

"You make it impossible for me to stay sane around you, Volkov." I tut, this time keeping my gaze straight ahead whereas he glances at me from the corner of his eye. I can see a slight glimpse of the corner of his lips tugging up, and his jaw tick.

"And you make it impossible for me to not always be hard within a ten metre radius of you."

I freeze, his confession shocking me and sending me into a state of paralysation. I'm not sure what to response back with, and I'm also not sure if he even wants me to say anything to keep this miniature argument going.

I turn my head slightly, only to be met with the vision of Nikolai's tattooed hand clenching the steering wheel as his tongue pokes at his cheek, clearly something is testing his patience.

I take a glance down, to have an attempt to confirm his crude words and turns out he wasn't lying. Nikolai's cock is strained against trousers, causing a tent to be formed. As much as I was hoping for it to be small, it's in all ways the complete opposite.

I feel myself grow wet just at eyeing him.

"Has no one told you that staring is rude?" Amusement is laced in his voice as I quickly snap myself out of my trance, now looking down at my lap instead of his.

"You're delusional." My fingers play with my gold dainty rings, and I ensure I don't look up or give Nikolai something else to comment on. One thing he manages to be at the same level as me is at teasing, and I never noticed how annoying it is until I had someone reciprocate it.

"Prosto podozhdi, poka ya dob'yus' svoyego, printsessa,"
(Translation - Russian. "Just you wait until I get my way with you, princess,")

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This is hella short, but I promise the next chapter is something that's been long a due.

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