Chapter 225: The Trophy

Demyan 

"So tell me why someone like you is with boring old Ethan Jackson?" The man I now knew to be Igor handed me a blue and pink cocktail whilst he had a glass of brandy. 

Do not even get me started on how I went along with this act? Ethan had no idea I knew of Igor very well without knowing his face. 

Vasilisa would stress about him all the time and the obvious advances he made to her during meetings. Women were his weakness and my ice queen sister did not know if you fluttered your eyes just right, swayed your hips slightly and stroked a man's ego you could come out with a multi million contract if they were the type to love to impress.