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Bluish black hair, tiger-gold eyes, and deeply tanned skin.
I've never been the type to keep track of who's who among the rich and famous, butthisMr. Adrianov, I have no problem recognizing.
I think it was about two months ago that he came to my university to hand over a check, and I remember how his dark, good looks had my heart skipping a beat. I also remember going my merry way after seeing him, since I've never been the type to waste time crushing on guys I consider out of my league.
Tara looks up to the billionaire with a regretful smile. "I feel so bad about admitting this, but I actually know this girl—-"
A part of me is completely enthralled by the way Tara is inching closer and closer to the billionaire...until she ends up with her breasts brushing against his side by the time she finishes speaking.
"—-and I'm absolutely sure she's not on the guest list."
But the other part of me also knows this is my chance to escape while Tara and the billionaire are distracted with each other, and so I slowly make my retreat while the other girl continues to talk shit about me.
Phew!
I'm hoping I can really lose myself in the crowd this time, but nope.
"Hello again."
Holy crap.
Sasha Adrianov is suddenly at my side, but it's his words that make me trip on my own feet, and I'd have fallen flat on my face if not for the billionaire swiftly pulling me back with an arm around my waist.
My heart pounds as my gaze lifts up to his, and I just know...
I just feel it deep down in my guts—-
I'm absolutely certain the fact that his first two words are 'hello again' can't possibly be a coincidence.
It's the Devil finally unmasked, and my mind nearly breaks down when facts and figures I've subconsciously absorbed about him in the past start flashing before my eyes.
Early thirties, multilingual, played basketball in college.
Younger brother of Dmitry Adrianov, and supposedly the more charismatic of the two.
Dated a succession of famously beautiful women, but never reported to have a serious relationship with any of them.
Even though Sasha's reputation is more angelic than devilish, I'm willing to bet my life I'm not mistaken about him, and that's why...
I don't understand...
A gesture from the billionaire has security flanking me on each side, and Tara quickly takes a photo of me as while I'm being led off like I'm some high-risk criminal they can't afford to let loose.
"Don't worry, Sheens," the other girl calls after me. "I'll make sure you'll stay relevant, since you're a famewhore and all."
