NIKO VOLKOV is a reckless romantic, who struggles to meet an expectation that exceeds his own standards.
Young VOLKOV has recently had the privilege of owning many chains across North America, after having chosen to follow down his father's path...
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"A GALA YOU SAY? DAMN" Sofia says adjusting her neck pillow. This is not the best angle for her right now. She is currently on a flight back home from her 'work holiday' which she calls 'so called worked my ass off for nothing', "am I invited?" She asks, "Has jet lag got you?" I cock a brow dropping all muscles in my face, I pause "of course your going Sofia" I narrow my eyes at her. Social anxiety is real.
"Well good, didn't work this tan for nothing you know- hey sorry- can I get some of those...thanks" Sofia ruffles behind the phone, as she stuffs what seems to be condiments from a nearby flight attendant cart, handing out refreshments.
She notices me looking, "what? Freebie? It's free duh"
I crack a smile "can't really understand why the daughter of a billionaire would need free condiments" I shake my head slowly,
she narrows her eyes "what and you expect me to be carrying around 1 litre lotions in my purse?, their easy" she shrugs as she stuffs them into her purse on her lap.
I laugh shaking my head, "remind me again why are you flying in a public plane, aren't you the girl who says it's 'claustrophobic'" "claustrophobia is real Cam!" She whisper shouts before someone shushes her, "no one goes to bed at 7pm lady!" she whispers over her seat at the women before she slumping back into her chair, "the public" she pops open the capsule to her lotion and applies it to her arms "this riff raf will flow through while I catch up on my beauty sleep"
"Oh running out of beauty are we?" I say "I thought you volkovs have plenty to go around" i sneak in a remark, she grins "hehe well you know a woman can never have too much of it" she rubs her lips together after having applied a generous amount of cocoa butter, leaving her lips plump and glossy.
She pauses, "God", she whines, "this is exactly why I wish I was in some sort of rivalry with someone so I can live out my Mr and Mrs Smith dream" she complains. My guess is someone along the lines of 'men' or 'difficult'.
"So you can plant a bomb on him?" I laugh mockingly "Well that of all men," she says, "but the dancing, the tension argh!", she adjusts her neck pillow swiftly, "if only men weren't so difficult all the time". Told you. The man next to her eyes her. She isn't wrong.
I clear my throat, "well miss beauty pageant I will leave you to rest and hope that no more passengers are harmed during the rest of the flight" I infer as I nod at her as a warning. "Of course your highness we shall depart, but not forever, as thou shall be connected as one" I am unamused. "Ha Ha" I say "love you!" As a telling to say I will not execute you at the guillotine. "Love you too Cam" she smiles before she hangs up.
I flip my phone over, before rolling on my back. I sigh. Deeply.
I wanted to mention the thing about Niko to Sophia but I felt as if she would find it irrelevant and would just say 'the male hormones'. Per use. Her and her fan base got the male species.
