Twins For The Romanov Billionaire

Aleksandr Romanov sat in the VIP section of his friend's club, with one question on his mind. Why on earth, would people love to discuss work, in a place as distracting as a club! There were strippers in here! And the noise was another story all together! And he didn't even want to talk about how he had to literally raise his voice, just so that the person sitting next to him would hear. But that was just what the man opposite him loved, and he was going to give it to him. He needed the contract. And Aleksandr was not one to never get what he wanted. He sighed, and just stared at the man opposite him, who was momentarily lost in the arms of an almost naked woman. George Williams was just the person he needed for the project he wanted to embark on, and if sitting in a place like this was going to get him what he wanted, then so be it. "I'll see you later, shortcake." George, who must have had his fill, from whatever it was he was doing with the stripper, smiled at her, and gave her a light smack on her bum, sending her away. The woman, who was not shy in any way, blew George a kiss, and winked at Aleksandr, before walking away. Aleksandr nodded at her, before turning his attention to George, who was now adjusting his tie. "We need to reach an agreement, George, and I won't be taking no for an answer." He said, clasping his hands together as he looked at him squarely. Not one to beat around the bush, his motto was pressure, and going straight to the point. Some described him as a force to reckon with. While others just described him as the most intimidating man they had ever met. George cleared his throat, and ran his hands over his mouth. "What you are offering is too small, Aleksandr, and you know it. I prefer to have the upper hand in any business I want to invest in." Aleksandr sighed for the umpteenth time, beginning to get annoyed by what the other man was saying. There was no way he was going to give in to him, and George knew it. And if there was one thing he hated, it was going back and forth, and running around in circles. He hated it with passion, as the only thing it did, was to make it harder to get an agreement. No matter how much he needed him, or how important George was going to be for the kind of project he was going to embark on, Aleksandr knew there were definitely over a hundred other choices to make. The only thing he had to do, was pick the best among the remaining choices, and he knew just who to meet. With that, he stood up from the top of a comfortable couch, and tossed a few bills on the table, ready to leave. Aleksandr knew he was throwing in his last card, which was to get the client scared of losing out, and later giving in. He just hoped it was going to work. If it didn't....then plan B. "I will be on my way then. I guess it was nice having this chat with you." He said, adjusting his tie, and taking the first step, while observing George from his peripheral view. The speed at which the other man's head whipped up at the movement, was laughable. George stood up from his seat, his face awash with surprise and fear. "Oh...hey now...I don't think we are done here. I mean...we could still come up with a small agreement..." George tried, but Aleksandr knew he had gotten the man. One look at him and he knew George would readily agree to anything at this point. Why had he been so stubborn before? Aleksandr shook his head. "My offer still stands, George. It's a yes or a no at this point. No in-between." He said, keeping his tone firm. He watched as George closed his eyes briefly, and sighed. A very long sigh, by the way. Before nodding his head and gesturing to the chair. "Please sit..." Aleksandr smiled inwardly as he silently celebrated his victory. Now, all he had to do was inform his family that their biggest problem was settled. Natasha Ivanov yawned as she very gently, rolled over to her other side, staring at the window blankly. It took a while before she was able to shake off the sleep that still threatened to take her under, as she still felt tired as hell. If she were being honest with herself, she had never had a satisfying sleep like the one she had just woken up from, in a very long time. All she did was work her ass off, and serve people that never appreciated what she did, even if they were her literal family. For the first time in a long time, her father had given her a three-day-long break, which had spanned into the weekend, and to her dismay, ended the previous day. But she couldn't complain. She had enjoyed every bit of it, as her parents and sister had surprisingly left her to herself. She yawned again as she stretched her limbs that felt like jelly, grunting a little as her joints popped in different areas. It took her a few moments to leave the bed, and pad her way over to the bathroom. Mondays. Oh, how she hated them. Mondays were the most stressful and rigorous days ever. There was no Monday she had rested, since she got her degree in business. None. She was just about to place her hand on the door handle of her bathroom when there was a loud knock on her door, before it opened to reveal who she already knew was on the other side of the door. Anastasia Ivanov. Her one and only sister. She had always wanted to ask her why she bothered knocking on her door, when she always opened the door immediately after. And she did. "You know, you shouldn't bother knocking if you just barge into my room a second later." Natasha said, folding her arms over her chest. At this point, she was so done with her sister. Her attitude was tiring. An unbothered Anastasia made a noncommittal sound, and just shrugged, making her way over to the bed, where she plopped on it. "I don't want to argue with you this morning, dear sister. So I would pretend like you didn't say anything, and just tell you what I actually came here for." She said, mimicking Natasha's stance, by folding her arms across her chest. Natasha rolled her eyes at her sister, already guessing that whatever her sister was going to ask her, was something she wasn't going to like. Anastasia had always been like that, and if anybody knew her well, it was Natasha. Although, for some reason today, she looked a little bit uncomfortable, and was relatively too quiet. Which was unlike her. And she acted.....nice. On a normal day, she would already be rattling out her demands the moment she barged into the room. "What do you want?" Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes at her. There was no way this was good. Her sister shrugged, staring at something behind Natasha. "Well, Dad is asking me to go for this weird ass ball to represent the company. And I have other things to do, so if you could just go in my place....then that would be perfect." She rattled out, seemingly getting over her discomfort, and was about to leave as usual when Natasha stopped her. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, knowing fully well the ball her sister was talking about. Anastasia looked at her like she had just grown a second head. "I just literally told you that our father wants me to go to a ball. And I want you to go, instead." She repeated, despite showing signs of being irritated. Natasha threw her hands in the air, gesturing wildly. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Anastasia. Dad wants you to go, and not me. And, in case you have forgotten, we may be twins, but we are undeniably fraternal. Meaning we look nothing alike, and can't fool anyone." Even as she spoke, her frown deepened. "Listen, I could do any other thing for you, but definitely not this. The last thing I want right now is to get in trouble with our father." She added, mind racing on how he was going to react if he found out. And of course, Anastasia was never going to be punished for it. Something was fishy though.... If there was one thing she knew her sister for, it was the fact that she would never ever run away from a social gathering, even if it was just a company meeting. Anastasia liked to show off, and used every single chance she got. So...what the hell? Her sister shrugged again, before biting her lips nervously. "I'm just asking for a favor, okay! It's not like I'm sending you to the damn gallows. Besides, it's a masked ball. It's just the face that is different, every other thing is a f*****g exact replica." She chided, raking her eyes over Natasha with an unreadable expression. Natasha growled underneath her breath. "That's your f*****g problem, because I'm not going. In as much as I do many 'favors' for you, this one directly involves our father, and believe me when I say I won't be involving myself in that." She said, and made for the bathroom again, when her sister spoke, causing her to stop in her tracks. "Natasha....please, just come on my behalf." She said, clearing her throat. "I broke up with Daniel just yesterday, and I know he's going to be there. I don't want to see him. Please." She added, giving Natasha a look that she knew would get to her. And it wasn't just that. It was the fact that she had said 'please'. Something that never came out of her mouth. And then, there was the little pang of worry that slipped into her mind on hearing what she had just said. What had happened? Why had they broken up? Natasha sighed as she let her shoulders drop in defeat. "Fine. But you have to tell me why on earth you would break up with your boyfriend!" She scolded, giving her sister a wry look as she wondered what had happened. If anything, she knew that Anastasia loved Daniel to pieces, despite being a selfish brat. Anastasia's lips formed into a pout that told Natasha that she was in for a long one. And heck if she wasn't ready to listen. After all, it was only on rare occasions like this, that they ever sat down to have a talk. And even if she wasn't going to admit it, despite her many many flaws, Natasha loved her sister, and was always ready to listen and bond with her. No matter how rarely it happens. Anastasia took a deep breath before rattling all about the relationship issues she had been having with Daniel, who had suddenly changed, and become really distant....