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 Chapter Seventeen

I'd never been to a professional fashion building before, so that was exciting if I was coming on better terms. The whole situation is rather funny. From the friend I wasn't excited about making becoming the one I'm running into her work hours to talk about my exploding love life. What the heck is happening?

The building looks stylish on the outside with a sleek exteriors build upon the base of something rustic and individual. I have no problems getting in the building, but getting past their bulldog of an assistant who wants to see some identification before they even thing about retrieving Roza Volkov, is my problem.

"Please, Roza told me to meet her here." I wave my phone around with distaste.

"I need a formal identification before I can allow you any further." That seemed a bit tedious considering how spaced out this place is. I don't see any security hanging around, which would make running through their business show quit easy, but I really don't want to cause a scene.

"I can't for the final time," I grumble with annoyance.

I try calling Roza's phone, only to be taken back to the message bank.

"I'm going to ask you to remove yourself from the premises." Being asked to leave felt pretty devastating and weird, usually people were begging me to stay at their place for publicity, but this person, they didn't want a bar of me. Today is turning out to be rather rotten.

Once more, I call Roza's phone and leave her another voicemail about how I'm waiting for her in the entrance. But nothing comes from it. With my dignity half intact, I walk out the front of the building and into a frenzy of photographers.

I'd long gotten over the crazy mass of photographer, especially for something as small as this. I stop and smile, swirl around for a few photographs before calling Archer's mobile number for a rescue lift. I smile and stay relatively chatty because that usually keeps them at bay and occupied.

"Is Volkov Designs making your outfit?" one reporter yells.

"No." I shake my head.

"Who's designing your outfit then?" Another shouts while snapping four more pictures of me.

"Sienna," I hear some yell in a thick Russian accent.

I try not to look too surprised with Roza walks out the door and embraces me in a hug. I pass a few pleasant greetings before following her inside.

"I tried calling," I state.

"Sorry, my phone has been off," she apologises. "And nobody sent my any messages." She shoots a glare at the person behind the front desk.

"I honestly tried to, but they refused to let me send you a message."

"The only reason I knew you were here because of the crazy festival of cameras outside." Roza shakes her head and continues to apologise as she leads me past the office desk and down the back to her space.

The walk through the building is intriguing. Like a small child in a candy store, I soaking in all the details as we briskly move through the space. Roza leads me towards a back hole in the wall space which is relatively organised and well maintained.

"Take a seat." She offers me a fancy desk chair that I gratefully accept. I instantly spin around in a circle before sliding towards the large table desk to have a look at what she's working on.

"What are you designing?" I ask.

There's a few strips of material and an assortment of beads all over the place. She leans over the desk and labours over the material before answering me again.

"Making a dress, not sure what it's going to be for, but I thought I would play around with some ideas," she explains.

"Rozaliya Volkov," a deep Russian accent floats through the air, sending shivers up my arms.

"What do you want Adrian?" She stops what she's doing to look at Adrian.

"Dad wants your designs," he replies.

"Why?"

"Critiquing I assume, he's doing the rounds." Reluctantly, Roza hands the paper to Adrian to which he intently looks at before pocketing it in a clear folder. Before he leaves, his eyes connect to mind and I suddenly jump back in the chair and look away.

"Oh, right," she mutters, "Adrian, this is my new friend, Sienna."

A smile quirks on his thin lips as he steps further into the room. Adrian walks around the table and places his hand out to greet me. I go to shake his hand, but he softly tugs me to my feet so that he can kiss the back of my hand.

"You must be the stunning masked singer." He eyes off the mask.

"That one." I awkwardly smile.

"You must be the woman Rozaliya has been praising all morning." His eyes shine, and his accent becomes thick and breathe taking. Adrian knows how to charm someone very easily.

That sounds like something Roza would do, but not in an office like this. She must have been talking about Lucy and the design for my dress.

"No, Adrian, that's someone else. Sienna has a boyfriend, Alex, who I ship very much. The woman I had in mind for your understudy is Sienna's friend," explains Roza.

Adrian mutters something in fluent Russian which sends Roza bright red with anger. Adrian chuckles and walks away from us.

"What did he say?" I whisper when there's enough space between us and Adrian.

"If she's as hot as you, there will be no objections." Without realising it, a small giggle escapes my lips. I avoid the heated gaze Roza is trying to give me. I'm not going to take on a third love interest because the two I have my hands tied up in is enough. I'd simply like to take the compliment from Adrian's words without letting it slip too much into my head.

"Adrian's a man whore, you should stay clear of him," she warns, "well," she falters, "Adrian isn't that bad, he's got a really sweet personality and a very well built eye for high fashion. It's just that he's going through this phase where he likes his aura of untouchability and relies on his accent to do that talk."

"Is that supposed to be a sale's pitch?" I ask with confusion.

"I call my brother a lot of names, but I don't think he's horrible."

"I totally understand where you're coming from." I call Hannah a lot of different names, and if anyone thought they'd get away with saying them too, they'd have another thing coming for them.

"What is wrong?" Roza asks, "You have all of my attention now that Adrian has taken off with my design." Roza grabs a shorter stool and pulls it in front of her desk while crossing her arms and leaning against it. Now that I have her attention, I really don't know where to start.

Do I tell her about those sneaky moments we've shared, or the build-up of drama when I first met them? I should probably avoid the part where I ruined their friendship. I want to be friends with Roza, but I don't want her getting the wrong impression of me so soon either.

I wouldn't consider myself a bad person, just one who manages to get herself tangled up in preventable messes. If I can't face talking to Lucy about the drama between Nathan and myself, how am I going to fess up and tell Roza, someone I don't know too well?

My silence speaks louder than the words I haven't managed to produce.

"Something personal?" she asks.

The soft eager look on her face makes the guilt surge through my chest. I don't know what it is about Roza, but she just has this aura that makes me want to throw my brain and gut out the window and just confess my problems to her.

Perhaps being in the fashion industry isn't her true calling?

"I just found out that Nathan has been seeing another girl despite wooing me with the seemingly unrealistic idea that he wants to be with me. Why would he be with her?" I knew the reasons to why he would be with her. Available would trump the list."

"Nathan Archibald? Do you not have feelings for Alex anymore?"

That wasn't the beginning of my problems.

"I have feelings for both of them," I admit honestly.

"Oh." She frowns thoughtfully.

"What?" Is this the part where she turfs me out of this building, I hope not.

"Usually I'm good at picking up on relationships, but I never saw this coming." Roza inches closer to the desk, curiosity suddenly sparking in her light blue eyes. "Do tell me about your scandalous relationship, I'm very curious now."

Relief curls through my body, at least she doesn't hate me for this.

"There's no relationship, we're just friends," I state first.

"You can't just say that," says Roza, "there's obviously something happening."

"I'm not sure how I should feel about this," I add, "First it looks like I stole your kitten, and now you're kind of encouraging me."

"From one perspective, what you're doing is horrible and isn't fair on either of the boys. But technically, if you're not doing anything but being friends, it's not like you're cheating on him," she brutally says.

"That certainly stings, but refreshing to hear," I'll admit.

"Does Alex know?"

"When Alex, Nathan and I first started hanging out, he knew I had feelings for Nathan but encouraged me to date him. After such a long time a part and re-connecting again, Alex would have to know I'd pick those feeling straight back up," I honestly admit.

"Sounds like you're stuck." Which sounds like the most obvious and useless thing to say. Even I've managed to come to the conclusion of it.

"I gathered that," I tease.

"Have you considered just talking to Nathan and seeing what's happening before freaking out?' That seems like the obvious answer, again, but I don't know if I have the strength to face Nathan and talk about his past relationship with Sasha. Do I really want to know?

Talking to Nathan about this just brings us further away from the happy bubble I like us in.

"At some point you're going to have to choose between them."

As I swing from side to side in the chair, I catch a second glimpse of Adrian Volkov. He's dressed in a pair of expensive black tailored work slacks with a fresh crisp white button down shirt that's evenly tucked into his pants. The sleeves of his shirt it folded just above his elbow. As he leans on the desk frame, the muscles in the side of his arms flex, showing a prompt delicious view. My imagination could easily get lose thinking around the other muscles rippled around his body.

With my eyes still trained on his poised figure, I say, "Can I just have Adrian?"

I'll just skip the drama of choosing and start fresh.

Roza bursts out laughing and shakes her head, "He isn't your type."

"How do you know what my type is?"

"I'm sure the whole world knows." She continues to shake her head.

I huff and sink lower into my chair. "Adrian could totally be my type." I'd be willing to for those muscles.

"Talk to Nathan about his little appearance at this girl's house, and then when you're ready work on yourself and consider what you want. As life plotters along, it might become obvious." For once, that's some pretty solid advice.

"With everything changing soon, I think I'm going to agree with you. I'll talk to Nathan and see what's happening," I agree.

"Hopefully it works out."

"Boy, I hope so too." I reluctantly push myself up from my position on the chair and walk around the table to give Roza a hug before leaving. She goes to show me to the door, but I shake my head and refuse, insisting she gets back to work so I don't get into trouble.

As I walk past Adrian, I allow myself to connect gaze and get lost in his dreamy gaze. I don't know why, but this whole place is just filled with dreamy people. They can't all be models.

"Sienna." He nods his head with acknowledgment.

The way he says my name so casually, no, I won't go there.

"Adrian." I smile.

"Rozaliya, she's a good girl," he begins to say, "I just don't want her getting hurt again."

"What?" I'm completely baffled by what he's talking about.

"The last group of friends Rozaliya had completely tore her down, and she's only just finding her feet once more. I don't want to see her hurt again." My first impression of Adrian is completely thrown out the window – I see with Roza was walking about before.

"I promise, I haven't come here to hurt Roza, I just want a friend too."

"I have a good feeling about you, Sienna, there's a lot more to you then meets the eye."

I'm not sure what he means, but I nod my head and smile.

"Goodbye, Adrian."

"пока, Sienna." ,