Roman's POV
I finally get to meet the Nets but I have to bring Amira with me.
"Enjoy the game."
I nod at the attendant and Amira, of course, smiles and says thank you in the sweetest voice.
She doesn't talk like that with me.
"You're very rude, Mr. Sokolov."
I roll my eyes and start walking faster, I hear her sigh and claim my victory.
"It's just something I enjoy, Miss Rose."
She pulls my hand, hard and forces me back.
"My feet are killing me, please don't make me miserable," she glares up at me, "I want to have fun tonight, please?"
That's understandable.
"Okay," I say, slowing down and matching her pace, "I'll try my best."
She smiles and we enter the court.
The players are starting to come out, so we made it just in time.
"Don't be weird, I know how people get when they meet their idols," Amira snickers as we walk over to the players, "you'll thank me later, sweetheart."
I hate that.
"Appreciate the advice, my darling."
She cringed at that and I loved it.
As we approach the players, Andrew Harris walks over to us.
He's coming to us, I can't believe it.
Instead of addressing both of us, he turns to Amira.
"I think I've seen you somewhere before."
I hold her hand tighter and she moves into me, placing a hand on my chest to steady herself.
"Maybe, I, uh, model."
Something clicks in his bean-sized brain.
"Right, I was at Lilian's show," he explains, smiling only at her, "you were wearing that stunning black dress?"
I was there too.
Amira nods and smiles at him.
"Yes! That was me," she says, "did you enjoy the show?"
He nods.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Harris."
He turns to me and his expression falls a bit.
"I've been a fan since you played for the Virginia Cavs," I nod, "I'm looking forward to watching you play."
He nods.
"I'm glad that I have such dedicated fans, thank you, brother."
He pats my back and gives me a fist bump.
The coach yells something.
"I have to go man, but it was very nice to see you again...?"
He looks at Amira so she can tell him her name.
"Amira."
He smiles.
"Amira, beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
I look down at Amira, who's fucking blushing.
He walks away and I let out a breath of relief.
"You played the jealous boyfriend very well, Mr. Sokolov," Amira smirks, "I'm very impressed."
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Illusions
Romance"None of it was real, it was all an illusion" Amira Rose and Roman Sokolov are forced to begin a contractual relationship after having no other option, beginning one of the biggest illusions in the A-list world. Amira Rose: Model and sweetheart, sh...
