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“And now let me introduce a very unexpected guest of tonight’s event,” the host announced to the crowd, where interested male eyes instantly locked onto me. “Very soon, she’ll join the Yartsev family, because she is Nazar’s fiancée! I know there are many wealthy bachelors in this hall, so I’d like to point out that this girl is NOT married yet. Don’t miss your chance! Perhaps thanks to one of you, this charming beauty won’t make it to the Yartsev family after all!”

That introduction to my candidacy caught me completely off guard. Then I noticed the sly expression on Vicky’s face as she saluted me with her glass, and everything became clear. Scheming little witch.

I saw Nazar tense immediately. He was pissed and clearly didn’t like what was happening, especially once the bids from different men started flying toward me.

Nazar successfully outbid everyone until we heard one familiar voice from the crowd. Turning toward the sound, I saw with shock… Flick!

If you didn’t know the guy, he actually looked pretty handsome. Put on a suit, got new teeth, bruises healed up. Though either I imagined it or his nose now had a slight bump to it. Still looked decent enough. But God, he was disgusting and hollow inside.

At the sight of my former friend, it was impossible not to notice how my beloved’s fists clenched. My jealous protector. I love him like fucking crazy.

The bids started skyrocketing. Flick refused to back down, but Nazar was even more stubborn and, as it turned out, way wealthier. Eventually the guy had to surrender, and my beloved won the auction to roaring applause from the guests.

I went backstage to get off the stage, where two girls stood watching me mockingly.

“So you’re the fiancée, huh? Wow,” the brunette scanned me from head to toe, and I demonstratively raised a brow at the jab. What’s this dried-up otter staring at?

“Poor thing probably just doesn’t know who her fiancé really is,” the second girl laughed, fake-whispering into her friend’s ear.

“Probably,” the first one smiled smugly. “I think it’s our duty to tell her!”

Ahhh, so that’s what this was about. Well, well.

“You might think Nazar is some amazing catch, handsome and all. But the truth is, he’s a chronic manwhore!” the brunette blurted out, apparently trying to reveal America to me.

“And he worked as a male escort! Everyone who could paid him for sex!” the second jumped in. “Can you imagine?” the girl fluttered her lashes at me in fake sympathy.

“Oh. That,” I answered with a smile, and their expressions immediately changed. “Why exactly did you decide that a stripper fiancée would be shocked by that? I’m not exactly sinless myself,” I walked closer to the stunned girls and plucked an olive from one girl’s cocktail, eating it while staring directly into her eyes.

“Since I know, and you know… then maybe…” I slowly looked both girls up and down with a smirk, “…we should have a threesome? Nazar can handle three women. And my strap-on will help him.”

“Aisha, still not over it?” Nazar appeared and wrapped an arm around my waist, kissing my neck. “But if you’re interested in my fiancée’s proposal, I’m open to discussion. Though fair warning: Anya will be in charge in the bedroom and she’ll always be my priority.”

The girls’ eyes officially qualified as saucers. Their mouths dropped open, and one girl’s cocktail started spilling from the glass. But the beauties were in such shock they didn’t even notice it anymore, just silently opening and closing their mouths.

“You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” Nazar whispered against my lips when we slipped out onto the balcony, hiding from everyone to get some fresh air.

“You know… I love you too,” I confessed my feelings to the man, and I swear I had never seen anyone happier than him in that moment.

“Finally! Finally I heard it!”

Yartsev started kissing me like a madman, crushing me against him. I answered him no less fiercely and passionately. We laughed and kissed while fire already burned through our bodies.

It’s always like that with him. Everything on the edge. Everything sharp and unforgettable. I want him and love him with all my heart.

I feel his erection pressing against me and burn with desire. But suddenly his phone comes to life. From the ringtone, we realize it’s Masha.

“Fuck!” my beloved curses, pulling out his phone. “Welcome to adult life, where children constantly ruin their parents’ alone time!”

“Yeah,” he answers, but his expression changes almost instantly when we hear a crying Lukas through the speaker.

“Save Masha!”