Mafia's Property [Editing]

xvi.

AZALEA'S POV

Igor turned around and sat back, next to me, minding his business once again. All these people here and I'm still feeling so alone,not that I'm complaining but him being busy is just boring me. Let's mind our own business like any other time.

"Are you all alone beautiful? " a voice resonated next to me. I looked over and found another man with few girls by him side, talking to me.
Do I look alone? I ignored his question and looked away. Why I thought this place was going to be nice?

"Well, I would love to accompany you" he spoke with that dirty look over at me with a smirking face.
"No, thank you. I'm going great on my own" I stated plainly and faced other way.
"Oh, come on. Well you can have a drink" he proposed while coming close to me. I frowned and spoke up,
"I said I don't want to."
He still doesn't seem to understand. Coming closer, he was blocked by a deep voice again,
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear what she said? " Igor stressed and he hesitated a bit now.

Why is he trying to scare them away when he isn't even interested in what I'm doing? I looked over at him and spoke,

"You don't have to scare them away. "
He smirked as if aware of why I'm being like this.
"You're not even paying attention to me, why would you care? " I mumbled to myself.
"You want attention? " he spoke lowering towards me. I didn't respond and he spoke again with that low tone he uses to send shivers down my spine,

"Let me take you inside the washroom and give you all the attention you want. What do you say? "

I blushed at his words trying to hide my face but he leaned down close to my neck. Everyone's looking at us. He tends to forget that we are in front of so many cameras.
"Igor-" I gasped as he brushed his lips over neck, biting it a little. So proud he is on doing this, his smirk showed it all.

I can feels my cheeks burning like stove, he always finds a way to make me melt at his actions. He placed his hand on my thigh, under the table and kept rubbing it with gentle strokes. I might look desperate but I parted my legs a little and he squeezed my inner thighs in a reward.

He stood up after their talks were over; they all greeted him before leaving me and him together.
Now I was the only one whom he was looking at. This room is full of so many elegant ladies who seem to have more standards than me, but him eyes were admiring me. My inner self is so happy.

"I'm really sorry for disturbing you love birds." A man, nearly close to Igor's age in white tux and black tie, interrupted.
He was standing in front of us with a cheeky smile while holding his drink in his hand.

He extended his arms and closed them around Igor, greeting something in Russian. Are they related? They both look like one or else nobody dared to give him a hug like this man.

"How's it going bro? You really don't miss me. " he spoke, hitting his shoulder. Igor gave him a glare to stop it right now. That man looked over at me while taking a sip of drink from his glass.

"Very good evening gorgeous, let me introduce myself. I'm Sergei Ivanov, Igor's favorite cousin and business partner. " he introduced himself, placing a kiss on the back of my hand.

"Alright now you can go" Igor stood between us and crossed his arms in front of him.

"We didn't even introduce ourselves, Mr. Overprotective. " he tried to get away from him. Are they playing here? Sergei came back and stood in front of my face again.
"I didn't get your name gorgeous" he spoke smiling and meanwhile Igor was plotting his death behind.

"I'm Azalea Rose. Nice to meet you" I introduced myself with a smile and he was dragged behind by him.
"Now go away" Igor spoke while Sergei was busy with his vodka.
He took a confused look over at me as if trying to figure out something and then looked over at Igor, whispering something to him. They looked tensed now.