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HELP IM SO SORRY I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT WATTPAD IM SORRY MY 17 VIEWERSSSS I've had this written for like 2 months brooooo

I've been obsessed with one girl since I first saw her. She never knew it, and hell, not even my father did. While he was explaining to me that I had no option but to marry her, I was smiling. That girl did something to me, and damn, did I like it. Her curly brown hair, tan skin, and green eyes made her stand out from all the pale blonde Russian girls I'd seen my entire life. Our marriage was in one month, and I don't think I'd ever dreaded how slow each day went by until now. Our engagement party was two days ago, and she hasn't left the guest room since. I wasn't an idiot—I wouldn't have given her any room in the house without precautions. The room was specifically bugged with cameras and audio systems; I could see and hear everything she did. So, imagine my surprise when she pulls out a vibrator from her jacket pocket and starts masturbating to my name. That is, unless she knows another Mikhail. If she does, he'd be dead by noon.

You're fucking weird,

"I'm you, though," I countered internally.

Sadly.

"Mikhail," my brother's voice called out.

"What?" I responded, sternly.

"Why are you so tired?" Nicolai asked.

"Drugs," I answered back, sarcasm rolling off my tongue.

You're not funny,

And you are?

"Actually?" Nicolai inquired, sounding concerned.

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, causing Nicolai to raise his hands in mock surrender.

Nico had been pestering me all morning about some girl he saw for approximately six seconds on the street. I groaned, seeing the mountain of documents I had to read and sign. Just as I looked up, I caught a glimpse of tan skin and dark hair. Nico was still talking when I stood up.

"Hold that thought, bud," I said, leaving the office room. I heard Nicolai's groan behind me as I walked down the hallway. I saw her sitting with my sister, Katerina. As I entered the kitchen, Katerina glared at me while I grabbed a glass of water.

"What the fuck?" she asked, clearly pissed off.

"Hello, good morning to you too, Katerina," I replied courteously. She looked at me through her bangs, which seemed difficult to see through.

"Why are you here?" she demanded. I looked down at the cup of water and then back at her. "To fuck the fridge," I answered sarcastically. Her eyes rolled, and I heard Alessia stifle a laugh. She had a pretty laugh; I wanted to hear it again. Would it be weird if I asked her to laugh again?

Yes!

No need to be grumpy,

"I wouldn't put it past you," Katerina retorted. "What's your body count again, like four hundred, you man whore?"

"Who pissed you off this morning, sister?"

"I meant, why are you here in the country? Shouldn't you be in Russia for the week?" she stated matter-of-factly. Oh yeah, I remember now.