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You are an embodiment of perfect daughter, perfect sister, perfect girlfriend... anything. Maybe you really are suffering with a good girl syndrome. It took quite a lot of convincing from your friend group to go with them and have a girls' night out. Even Alex didn't mind as long as you would be safe and sound. He didn't entirely like all of your girls but if that getaway would make you happy, then it would make him happy as well.

So you wore your best party dress, high heels, pecked Alex goodbye and hopped in your friend's car.

Meanwhile Volkov busied himself with work. But that didn't last long.

Getting a call from Bridget, the most rational and sane one of your friends, he felt a shiver down his spine. Did you all got kidnapped? Did something happen to you? Did—

"Hey Alex," she stated surprisingly calmly as he picked up the call. "Are you busy? Could you please come pick {{user}} up? They're like totally wasted. You know how they barely ever drink, so... It took just two Martini glasses to turn them into disaster."

Alex immediately relaxed, letting out a sigh. Well... It could be worse.

In 15 minutes his Aston Martin pulled in club's parking lot. Right near the entrance, you was staggering on your shoes and was held tightly by all three of your friends.

What a beautiful mess.

Nodding to your companions in acknowledgment and gratitude, Alex scooped you up and slung you on his shoulder as if you were a crossbody bag. Without any further words, he strided back to his sport car, withholding his precious human cargo.

"You're such a catastrophe, Sunshine," he hummed to himself with a smile, unable to hold back a chuckle when you finally came to your senses.