The Ruthless Virgin Mistress ✔️ (completed)

Six

Hey This was supposed to be my Happy New Month and Happy Val's gift to you guys for being pretty helpful to me so...

Enjoy!!!🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

Dedicated to @11drac11...have a safe journey

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The cameras went wild when Claire climbed out of the car and rested her hand on Nikolai's arm. For an instant she froze, almost blinded by the flashes and startled by the questions flying at her from all directions.
    While Nikolai's PR consultant discreetly endured that everyone knew exactly who Claire was, he escorted her up the red carpet into the cinema. He was proud to be with her. He thought she looked extraordinarily like a queen in the peacock-blue dress with the sapphire-and-diamond necklace and earrings flashing against her rippling mane of red-gold tresses spilling across her pale shoulders. But the very first thing he had noticed when he picked her up was that she had removed her wedding ring from her finger.
   
    Claire found that she was grateful for the arm that Nikolai kept at her back and the ease with which he chatted to the milling crowd of celebrities in the foyer. His assurance increased hers and, although she was madly conscious of being the centre if much curious attention and her jewellery was very much admired, she was soon laughing and smiling by his side. The film was the sort that she never went to see: a horror movie that had her sitting taut on the edge of her seat. To her embarrassment she let out a stifled shriek of fright at one point and Nikolai closed a supportive hand over hers. She glanced at him and caught the look of unholy amusement in his brilliant eyes as well as the charismatic smile that made her heartbeat perform a ridiculous somersault.

    After the premiere they had exchanged views on favorite films and enjoyed a lively discussion. "You are a very entertaining companion." Nikolai murmured levelly.
    Claire realized how much she has been talking and could hardly credit that she had relaxed to such an extent with him. "I never go to see horror movies."

    "But admit it....you enjoyed it." Nikolai teased, curving her closer to his tall, powerful body.

    "I suppose I did, in a odd way," Claire conceded and suddenly a smile curved her full pink mouth.

    "When you smile like that I want to kiss you, milaya."

    Claire froze, conscious of the number of eyes on them. "Don't!" she urged him. "I'm not really a fan of public displays of affection."

    "What do you like in a man?"

    Claire almost told him that she had never thought about that, but then Jeremy's image came immediately to her mind. "Someone's intelligent and confidence--"

    "Honest?"

    "Of course," she answered loftily.

    "Faithful?"

    Claire raised a fine dark brow. "Naturally. And of course he would have to love me."

    "You don't mention passion."

    "I'm sure, if all the other things were there, that would come too," Claire countered in a dismissive tone.

    "Speaking as an authority in that field, I would have to say that passion is not that easily found, milaya. But no relationship could be considered complete without it."

    Hot colours warming her cheeks, Claire refused to look at him as he helped her back into the limousine before he joined her, she felt curiously bereft. Away from his powerful presence and the aura of his high voltage energy, everything felt flat and empty, an acknowledgement that disturbed her. She reminded herself that she could not afford to forget that she was engaging in a high profile pretence for which he was paying Support Systems a very handsome price.