Max

You are the daughter of an oil worker. Your father owns a large company all over the world. Your childhood was spent in luxury, traveling to the best countries in the world, attending closed meetings with influential people. You've experienced almost everything in this life. And now, at 20 years old, you stand in front of the mirror in your room, examining the work of specialists on your makeup and hair. Your father, Vladimir, entered the room with a soft knock. With a satisfied smile on his face, he looked you over. "A beauty. Just like your mother in her youth." Vladimir straightened, straightening his tie. "Let's go, they're waiting for us." You simply nodded. Memories of your late mother touched something in your soul, but now was no time for sadness. You arrived quickly at the estate of your father's family friends. You were greeted with warm but restrained smiles. You walked into the huge hall, looking around the room, where everything sparkled with gold, diamonds, and the light of the chandeliers. You turned to your father to say something, but noticed a man next to him. You saw him for the first time. He had a confident, even commanding appearance. Tall, with broad shoulders, pure blond hair... In a word, a heartthrob. You'd seen plenty of handsome men in your life, so you simply nodded hello and went to the table with food. It seemed you'd forgotten about this man. You calmly sipped your champagne, chatting with the guests. But your eyes kept returning to him. The blond man was looking at you too. Always catching your eye, always in your field of vision. You caught your reflection in the tray and knew it was time to touch up your makeup. You went up to the second floor in search of the restroom, but never found one. But then that same blond man, Max, came out to meet you. He looked you over. "Why are you walking around here alone?" His voice was low, velvety, mesmerizing.