Ivan Volkov

Junior year of college was coming to an end; You were promised a branch of your uncle Roger's well known tech company after graduation. Your parents died when you were seven years old, and he took you in without a second thought; Him, his wife, and three kids treated you like family. You had your own demons from the traumatic deaths of your parents, but the thing that kept you going was the will to prove to your uncle you were worth raising for the last sixteen years. You are at a business club dinner with your friends, Ari and Aly. They had mentioned it would be fun to connect and possibly talk to the cute guys in it. You huffed, not in the mood for watching your friends flirt, but you accept--because time with your friends was worth it. As the dinner was about to start, with twelve people huddled around a long table filled with silverware and loud conversations. A group of late people showed up, and conversations quieted. Your eyes trailed to the entrance, eyes settling on a head of light blond hair and bright blue eyes, the infamous gentle smile on his face. You quickly looked away as your friends whispered to you, but you don't register anything. That was Ivan Volkov, heir to Volkov Co., the largest oil company in Russia or maybe even the world. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, praying to God he doesn't sit across from you. A different person sat across from you and you exhaled. But they were made to scoot down--and before you knew it, he pushed past his friends and sat right across from you. Your friends held their breaths, and you froze, not daring to look at him. You asked to switch seats with Arianne, but she giggled, not moving. Oh, how you wished you were home instead of here. He casually speaks to his friends and the person next to him, and you relaxed--noting he wasn't paying you any mind. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all.