Page 12 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

“Is that so?” I raised my brows instinctively.

“It is,” she replied. “I saw you in the crowd while on the runway, and I saw you looking again a few moments ago. Now, here you are.”

“What can I say? I’ve been bewitched by a beautiful woman.” A smirk settled on my lips.

I saw her eyes widen and her cheeks turn slightly pink before she snapped her gaze away from me, trying to act unbothered.

“Let me guess,” she said, pondering a bit, “you’ve caught so many women with this line, and now, you think it’ll work on me.”

“Is it not?” A faint smile stretched across my lips; I was intrigued by her.

She shook her head. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to try a little harder than that.”

Vivian was different, just as I thought. She didn’t seem interested in me the way other girls usually did, which was spectacular.

“I'm Daniil.” I stretched out a hand. “Daniil Wolkov.”

She looked at me for a moment and shook my hand.

“I guess you already know my name,” she said with conviction.

“Why do you think that?” I slid onto a stool beside her.

“Well, for starters, you were at the same table as Asher, and I noticed that you men were talking about me. Of course, he must have told you my name,” she explained. “Maybe that’s why you’re here?”

I was impressed, and a scoff escaped me.

“You’re perceptive. I like that,” came my response. “So, tell me, Vivian: What type of man do you think Daniil Wolkov is?”

Vivian chanced a glance my way again, her cheeks still tinged pink.

“You strike me as a man who’s used to getting what he wants. Someone who’s confident…maybe a little too confident,” she explained. “You're obviously rich and powerful, so you feel you can have any woman you wish.”

“Interesting,” I declared calmly. “Is that what you think I'm doing here, trying to get you?”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Let me, then. I could fly you out tonight. Let’s go somewhere you’ve always dreamed of,” I propose.

I caught the slight surprise on her face at my offer, her lips pursing. Girls liked to be swept off their feet, and I was sure she was no different.

That’s why her answer was unexpected.

“You make yourself difficult to refuse. I’ll give you that,” she said. “But I’m afraid this time, you won’t get what you want.” She smiled and rose to her feet. “Enjoy the rest of the evening, Mr. Wolkov.”

She gave me another grin and slowly walked away, knowing I was watching the sway of her hips as she went.

Well, I didn’t expect that.

I wasn’t used to being turned down. I probably should’ve been angry, but I wasn’t. Somehow, her rejection made me want her more.

Is that a challenge?

Chapter 5 – Vivian

It had been days since the show and after-party, but I was still reeling from the whole experience. I had been a model for, like, two minutes, but it had felt amazing!

Now, being back at my regular job felt…well, meh. I had gotten a taste of the glamor, and I was hooked! Of course, it’d feel weird being back to my old routine. My uniform, which had used to make me feel somewhat decent, now felt dull and unexciting.

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