It’s all so fucking perfect. So carefully curated to project an image of danger, of raw, uninhibited hedonism.
But underneath the glossy veneer, it’s all just another illusion. Another empty distraction from the yawning void inside me.
“Mr. Kuznetsov,” Nika’s sultry voice husks in my ear. “Your guests are asking for you in the VIP lounge.”
I nod, knocking back the rest of my drink. “Duty calls, gentlemen. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
I stride off, Nika falling into step beside me. She’s a symphony of sharp curves, her body doing the talking with a tight waist and swinging hips.
“Shall I prepare a private room for you, sir?” she murmurs, her LED eyes flickering. “I’m programmed with a wide variety of… skills.”
I snort. “Not tonight, sweetheart. I’ve got business to attend to.”
She pouts, but there’s no real disappointment in her expression. Just a blank, artificial sweetness.
I enter the VIP lounge, the sound dampening instantly. The lighting’s even lower here, with intimate shadows and private alcoves.
Sabrina’s draped across a velvet chaise, her dress riding high on her thighs. She looks up as I approach, her eyes heavy-lidded with promise.
“Pakhan,” she coos, holding out a hand. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”
I take her hand, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. “How could I forget a face like yours?”
She laughs, low and throaty. “Or an ass like mine?”
I smirk. “That, too.”
But even as I sit down beside her, letting her trail her fingers up my thigh, I feel nothing. No spark of desire, no rush of anticipation.
Inside, I’m numb. I’ve played this too many times.
Sabrina leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “Let’s celebrate,Pakhan,” she whispers, her hand sliding higher, coming to rest on my chest. “After all, I think I deserve a little reward for my hard work tonight.”
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Is that so?”
She nods, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Two percent of the total sale. That’s our deal, isn’t it? And I’d say I earned every penny, wouldn’t you?”
I chuckle, running a finger along her jawline. She’s not wrong. Sabrina worked the crowd like a master tonight, coaxing and cajoling, driving the bids higher and higher.
She’s not just a pretty face, this one. She’s got brains to match her beauty and a ruthless streak a mile wide.
I know what she’s aiming for; she’ll be a perfect trophy wife.
But I’m not into commitments. Although I never say no to a bit of fun fucking.
“I suppose you did,” I murmur, letting my hand drift down to her waist. “Perhaps a bonus is in order.”
She shivers under my touch, her pupils dilating with desire. “I like the sound of that,” she breathes, her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt. “What did you have in mind,PakhanKuznetsov?”
But before I can respond, a voice cuts through the humid air.
“Sorry to break up the party,” it purrs. “But I’ve got unfinished business withPakhanKuznetsov.”
I look up, my heart stuttering in my chest.
There, standing at the entrance of the VIP lounge is a woman in a gold dress. A gold mask obscures her features, but I’d know that voice anywhere.
It’s her.
