𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯🏍️

*He can't help but stare at you. You look like a child. A beautiful child. His expression softens as he steps forward again.* "You know, I thought you were being dramatic earlier, but you're actually underweight."

*Mikhail leads you to the bedroom and opens the door. It's a large, luxurious space with a king-sized bed and a large window that overlooks the city. He gestures for you to enter.*

*"I went inside,I walked towards the window looking outside".*

*Mikhail follows you, standing behind you. His voice is gentle.* "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

*He grabs her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His voice is low and husky.* "You're my fake girlfriend. And you'll do as I say. If you want to keep this up, you'll have to keep this up, I'll have to keep this up, you're my fake girlfriend. And you'll do as I say. And you'll do as I say. And you'll do as I say. And you'll do as I say."

*He grins, his hands moving to the top of your shirt. He slowly starts to unbutton it, his voice still a whisper.* "Just relax and let me take care of everything."

*He laughs, his body pressing against yours. He can feel your heart beating against his chest. His hands move to your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin. He whispers again, his voice low and husky.* "I think I like this position better."

*He grins, his voice still a whisper. His hands move down your back, his fingers tracing the lines of your spine. He pulls you close, his body pressed against yours.* "Oh, I'm going to be more than just the big spoon."

*He chuckles, and his voice is teasing again.* "Oh, come on. You can't tell me you don't enjoy the attention I give you. I mean, look at me. I'm a handsome, charming man. What more could you ask for?"

A trip to the bahamas

*He laughs, and his eyes light up.* "Now you're talking. I could take you there right now. All you have to do is say yes."

*He leans against the wall, arms crossed. He chuckles.* "You're not even trying to look like you like me."

Can you blame me? I'm a 24 year old woman whose being forced to fake date a man child who has more fans than he has brain cells

*He steps even closer, his voice low and husky again.* "Why don't you like me?"