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I don't know what I'm doing.

Ever since what happened in this very bathroom a few minutes ago, my mind has been running a thousand miles an hour, questioning whether or not I should go through with Nikolai's demand.

I've been so caught up with him and myself that I've completely forgotten about what I'm even here for in the first place. Lorenzo is sat at our table and yet I couldn't give less than a single fuck about him.

My body still hasn't recovered from the orgasm that I received, and yet I'm still thinking why I let myself get lost in his touch. It's degrading really, I don't know anything about him yet I melt under his fingertips.

I can't allow myself to do so if I want to follow on with my plan, so if that means I have to make him fall for me first in order to get to know him, then I'm doing exactly that. No matter how much it irks me.

I gather myself, and walk out of the bathroom and surprisingly there isn't a massive queue lining up, making me feel more at ease with everything.

My first step is to play him at his own game, make him believe I'm falling for him and he'll soon enough begin reciprocating the same energy. Men are all the same, you give them an ounce of attention and they'll fall flat on their knees.

Nikolai Volkov is not an exception by any means.

As I walk out of the hallway, I automatically spot Lorenzo sat like a clueless dog at our table. I'm genuinely surprised how he hasn't gathered the courage to get up and leave considering how possibly long I've been gone for.

"What kept you so long?" He insinuates conversation quickly as I sit down, fixing the slit of the dress so it covers everything.

"Why must you know a lady's business?" I perk my brow up at him, and Lorenzo's face flushes red as he begins to down his glass of champagne. I don't feel bad for quite frankly lying to him, at the end of the day this whole marriage has been forced upon us.

As his redness begins to fade away, I insist in continuing to taunt him. "Did you grow up being taught no manners? What on earth am I marrying?" I shake my head, and this time his cheeks grow a beetroot colour as he scrambles to find the correct words in response.

I don't let him, instead I see myself having an easy way out of this whole disaster and stand up, putting on an act of 'you hurt me, so I'm leaving.' In reality, I don't care about anything this man says, he can cuss me out in all of the languages he knows and he'll just be left without a tongue or teeth.

I'd much rather marry that version of him anyway.

Lorenzo doesn't fight for me to stay as he obviously sense this whole ordeal is a lost cause and isn't going to work anyway.

I look up to the clock hung above the checkout booth, and it reads 23:16, making me grin at myself as I know I'm just in time to go through with phase one of my plan.

Disappointment fills me as I step out of the luxurious restaurant and I'm met with buckets or rain being poured down. Fortunately, I'm standing under some shelter which gives me enough time to attempt to find the Russian.

My eyes scan the hundreds of fancy cars piled in the car park, and I manage to make out a figure standing next to a black Audi. The man is staring at me from a distance, and I instantly make out who it is.