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I stole one last glance at him and found that he still had his eyes fixed on me.

I continued my walk, oblivious to everyone else.

Chapter 4 – Daniil

The day had rolled around, and I’d dragged myself to honor the invitation from Solenoir. I expected nothing from it, only to find myself captivated.

Who was she?

The runway show was over, and they were throwing some sort of after-party, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the model who’d caught my eye.

She was a stunning brunette, tall and curvy. Her body was literally an hourglass. Her hair was styled to frame her youthful face, drawing attention to those big blue eyes that shone with intelligence. She couldn’t have been more than twenty…twenty-one tops. A kid compared to me.

Yet she was captivating. She carried herself with such grace…the picture of elegance and class. A fucking bombshell.

I sat at a table with Andrei and Gabriel Solenoir, the brand’s owner. Gabriel's business partners flanked us, and we were all dressed to the nines in our suits. He was itching to get the agreement signed and sealed.

At first, I was bored out of my fucking mind; then, everything changed when she walked out. It was like something had snapped in me. I was locked in, my eyes unable to break away from her gaze. Like a magnet, my attention was fixed on her.

She was a total stand-out, and she didn’t cower beneath my attention.

I tried to stop myself from thinking about her, but my attempts were all futile. The lady just wouldn’t stop racing through my mind. For the first time, I had no control over my own thoughts. It was concerning because, deep down, I knew that I liked the feeling.

Gabriel's voice forced me back to reality before I could drift too far. I had been expecting this, given that the man was desperate and I was clearly absent-minded.

“Mr. Wolkov?”

I glanced over at him.

“Are you still with us?” he asked, trying to control his annoyance at my behavior, knowing full well that he couldn’t vent it.

I was silent, and he continued anyway, getting the message.

“We’ve been at this for a while now, and I think it is time we finalize this deal…this week, preferably,” he suggested, taking a sip of his champagne. “This deal will be beneficial to both of us, and I see no reason to keep wasting time over it. With your family’s influence, support, and connections, the sky will be our starting point—and God knows that I can’t wait to start this business in Russia.”

He chuckled lightly. “Can you imagine the profit we’re going to make from this? It will be humongous.”

I looked at him and smirked faintly. Gabriel was right about this being a mutually beneficial deal; however, it would benefit him more, hence his desperation.

“Look, I know you’re a man of few words, but I can’t afford to lose this—” He paused for a second to calm himself and rephrase his statement. “It would be a shame if we both lost because this deal didn’t go well, don’t you think?”

I reached for my glass of champagne and took a sip before replying, “I assure you, Mr. Solenoir, you will have your deal.”

I watched a smile line his lips as I leaned back in my chair.

“Now, that’s what I like to hear.” He snapped his fingers, and a waiter on standby rushed to refill his glass. “Cheers to that,” he said, raising his glass, and his business partners did the same.

“What are we cheering for?” a voice broke in.

I shifted my gaze to the speaker, a man in his mid-forties, who was accompanied by two slender women.

The newcomer was dressed in a brown suit. He seemed very fashionable compared to everyone at the table. The women with him were pretty gorgeous, but their relationship didn’t seem to be the usual one when men had women on their arms.

“Ah! Asher, my man!” Gabriel declared with a smile, opening his arms wide. “Please, take a seat.” He gestured at an empty seat beside him.

Asher dismissed the ladies and slid into the chair.

“That was quite the show you put up, my friend. I was impressed, I must confess.” He applauded him. “You did good.”

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