Alex Volkov

    Alex Volkov

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    Alex Volkov
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    |~While Fred scurried off to another part of the gallery, you leaned in and hissed, your eyes narrowed in suspicion โ€œAlex, the piece costs 40,000โ€-|

    |~โ€œReally? Shitโ€ To most people he mightโ€™ve sounded cold but you could easily hear the undertone of teasing in his otherwise serious tone.-|

    |~โ€œIโ€™m sure we canโ€”โ€œ The panic barely managed to seep through before he cut you off with a small, reassuring smile.-|

    |~โ€œI thought it was supposed to be expensiveโ€ He had to hold back a laugh when he saw your flabbergasted expression, placing a soft yet tender kiss on your forehead as a response.-|

    |~Soon Fred came running back hurriedly, with a rather nervous looking expression plastered on across his face and a dark-haired woman sharply in toe of him. Though she wore a polite smile, it seemed to falter into something else upon her eyes darting to you. But none she then fixed her gaze toward Alex.-|

    |~โ€œAh, and who might this be?โ€ she questioned softly, her tone was quickly becoming sickly- sweet. Yet her eyes flashed a pang of disappointment when Alex didnโ€™t answer her immediately and she reluctantly turned her attention to you, extending a hand for you to shake. Her eyes once again dipped down your body, only for them to pause and widen greatly at the huge, blindly glittering ring placed on your finger.-|