Page 85 of Obsession

“So, you’ll marry me knowing you don’t know everything about me?”

“I know enough, Mihir Oshnov. You are kind, gentle, and so intense. I love you so much. Nothing you say will ever change that. So yes, I will marry you.” She looked around. “We have to speak to the priest. So many arrangements have to be made.”

“I’ll take care of everything.”

She looked down at herself, chewing her lip.

“You look beautiful, Anna,” he said. “You’re perfect. Now, wait here till I go organize everything.”

Three hours later, he’d married her in a quiet, simple ceremony. Little had he known that a few days later, his world was going to crash.

The present

Mihir moved around the crowded ballroom of the UK Embassy in Moscow, smiling at the people around him. With their masks on, it was hard to recognize many. But thanks to his scar, despite his mask, everyone knew who he was.Fuck, he hated that damn scar.His phone beeped. He read the short text from Chekov. Anna was here.

Controlling his speeding pulse, he moved to the entrance. A masked woman in a floor-length faux mink coat waited, looking around. A server went up to her to collect her coat. Anna shrugged the long coat off her shoulders and handed it over to him.

Mihir stilled, taking her in. Something stirred in his chest. Dressed in a floor-length, crimson gown with a wide, deep neckline and a full skirt that shimmered as she moved, she was breathtaking. A beautiful black mask covered her face, long black gloves were fitted on her arms, and her hair was twisted into a top knot. So beautiful. When he’d chosen this gown for her, he’d known she’d look stunning in it. The reality, however, was ethereal, so much beyond what he’d imagined. She was a vision. Perfect. She was absolutely perfect.

She looked this way and that. Her eyes passed over him and, a second later, jumped back to him. He watched her approaching him, unable to stop his heart from running away. Unable to stop his body from heating up. Unable to take his gaze away from her.

He cursed himself. He was so royally fucked. Once again, she’d spun a web around him, and once again he was getting caught in it.

“Hello,” she said when she reached him.

“Dobro pozhalovat!Welcome, Anna,” he said.

She studied him for a long moment, and then she touched the side of his mask, adjusting it over his nose. Her scent washed over him, causing his skin to come alive.

She touched the folds of her gown. “Thank you for the clothes and the accessories. Everything was perfect.”

He nodded.

“How did you know my size?”

He arched a brow. “I’ve already told you once before—I will always know everything about you.”

A blush crept up her cheeks. Shaking her head, she looked beyond him. Her eyes swept around, taking in everything. He tried to look at the ballroom through her eyes. Walls wallpapered in gold, large crystal chandeliers, plush brown carpets, fancily dressed masked men and women, a top-notch band playing at the side, and the best food and alcohol money could buy—it was all luxurious and opulent.

Her eyes returned to him. “This is very formal and very fancy.”

He shrugged. “The UK ambassador has outdone himself tonight. This deal with O-Corp is going to greatly benefit them. They wanted to show their appreciation.” He offered her his arm. “Come, let’s mingle a bit.”

With her hand on his arm, he led her into the crowd. People smiled and nodded as they passed.

“Who are all these people?” she whispered.

“Several of O-Corp’s board members are here. Also, a number of dignitaries—heads of state, important government officials, and ministers not only from Russia, but from other countries as well.”

She halted. “That is quite impressive.”

“O-Corp is a big organization, and we work with a lot of governments.”

They continued to move deeper into the crowd.

“Am I imagining things or is everyone staring at me?” Anna asked a few moments later.

He chuckled. “They are looking at you.”

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