Carol Marinelli - Billionaire Without A Past

‘We can’t have you not knowing anyone.’

Canapés and champagne were served as the guests waited to be invited into the ballroom and he took a drink as did Rachel, though again she chatted to Libby rather than to him.

He liked that. He appreciated how neither woman pounced on him for information, though possibly because they had something more pressing on their minds.

‘How are you feeling now?’ Rachel asked.

‘I’m fine.’ Libby smiled as she took a glass of sparkling water from a waiter. ‘I haven’t had one since the church.’

‘It’s probably just a little warm-up for next week,’ Rachel reassured her.

‘Have you rung your doctor?’ Nikolai asked, and Rachel blinked at his rather assertive intrusion into what was clearly girls’ talk.

‘I don’t think that’s necessary.’ Libby smiled politely and then, as she went to turn back to Rachel, she wavered and spoke to Nikolai. ‘Do you?’

‘It can’t hurt to check.’

‘I’m sure you’ll be fine,’ Rachel said, and shot Nikolai a look that told him not to worry her friend, but Nikolai just gave her a small shrug in response.

‘Anyway, less talk of babies.’ Libby tried to drag her mind from imminent birthing. ‘Rachel, you still haven’t told me. Who’s André marrying?’

It was only then, for the very first time, that Nikolai saw the rather forward Rachel appear just a touch uncomfortable—her neck went red and she took a sip of her drink before answering.

‘I don’t want to talk about André.’

‘Oh, come on,’ Libby pushed. ‘I miss all the gossip. Who is she?’

‘Just someone he met when we were on tour.’

‘You’re not going to go to the wedding, are you?’ Libby said. ‘How bloody awkward would that be, given that you two were—’

‘Libby,’ Rachel snapped. ‘Can you just drop it?’

He could see Rachel’s discomfort—more than that, he could feel it. He watched as she almost leapt on a passing waiter, holding up her glass and asking for more champagne.

Her glass was replaced with a full one and as Rachel took a grateful sip she met Nikolai’s slightly questioning gaze but thankfully they were then summoned to go through.

The ballroom looked incredible.

Dressed in shades of white, from the lavish white roses to the crisp tablecloths, it was picture perfect. The air was fragrant and as they took their seats thankfully Libby seemed to have forgotten what they had been discussing.

‘Anya!’ Nikolai stood as she approached and kissed her on the cheek. ‘It is good to see you. I hear you are doing well.’

‘I am,’ Anya said, and, out of the corner of his eye, Nikolai watched as Libby and Rachel shared a small smile at Anya’s arrogance.

It was a lovely meal, at least, for those who ate it.

Libby was struggling. She could barely manage to drink her water and declined an entrée, whereas Anya shook off the dressing and nibbled on a small piece of Cornish crab.

Rachel and Nikolai dived in.

‘It’s such heaven not to have to watch my weight,’ Rachel groaned as her main course of beef Wellington was served.

Anya’s meal wasn’t so gleefully received and she promptly pushed her plate away.

‘Is there a problem?’ the waiter checked.

‘No problem,’ Anya responded.

Nikolai chatted in Russian to Anya and made no apology for it. It was nice to speak with her because Anya was so self-absorbed that she really asked nothing of him.

‘I will have to leave as soon as the speeches are finished,’ Anya explained, and then told him about her rise to the top, her career, and then Nikolai asked her a question.

‘How long have you been in touch with Daniil?’

‘He and Libby came and saw me perform a few months ago. Since then.’

‘And what about Sev?’

‘I don’t really know him.’

‘What about Roman?’

Anya shrugged. ‘I don’t spend my free time looking up people from the orphanage where my mother used to work.’ She glanced at Rachel, who was sulking at being ignored as they spoke in Russian. ‘You have a fan.’

‘I know,’ Nikolai said. The odd thing was he was fast becoming a fan of Rachel’s.

‘How have you been?’ she asked.

‘I’m well.’

‘That’s good.’

She was as Russian as he. No emotion on display and her indifference was soothing, though Nikolai knew that at some point, if he kept in touch, questions would come.

For now, though, there was no probing. At least, not from his left. To his right, Rachel, clearly less than impressed that his back was to her and he was speaking in Russian, was trying to squeeze into the conversation.

‘Anya...’ She leant forward and spoke around Nikolai. ‘I have to say I really want to—’

‘I’m just going to the loo,’ Libby interrupted.

‘Do you want me to come with you?’ Rachel offered.

‘Rachel,’ Libby warned. ‘You don’t need to hold my hand. I’m fine.’

Now Anya and Rachel shared a look.

‘You’ve seen me perform, then?’ Anya deigned to address Rachel.

‘Many times.’ Rachel nodded. ‘I’d been to see Firebird a couple of times before you took the lead and I was very annoyed when Libby was there and I missed it.’

‘Vera was annoyed too,’ Anya smirked.

‘Vera?’

‘Atasha—the previous lead.’

‘I came for your second performance,’ Rachel said. ‘I wrote a piece on it.’

‘For who?’ Anya asked.

‘For me.’

Anya wasn’t interested in that. Instead, she turned to Nikolai and spoke now in English. ‘You should come and see me.’

Oh, so it wasn’t sold out for him!

‘I’m not interested in ballet,’ came Nikolai’s response.

They were all so rude to each other! Rachel thought.

‘You should have said yes,’ Rachel hissed at him. ‘You could have given the ticket to me!’

‘Tickets,’ Nikolai said.

‘Tease.’

Libby returned to her seat and it was she now who fidgeted.

‘Do you think you should do what Nikolai—?’ Rachel started, but Libby shot her a look.

‘The speeches are starting,’ Libby said.

The father of the bride went first and that was very boring, Rachel thought. Then it was Sev, who made a toast to absent family and friends and raised a glass in the direction of Nikolai. Rachel was more focused on Libby breathing rather deeply beside her. But when Daniil stood to deliver the best man’s speech Rachel found that she was hanging on every word as he offered some insight into the time at the orphanage where Nikolai had been raised. She wanted to know more about the man who sat beside her. He fascinated Rachel. It was not just that he was so good looking, it was more the mystery that surrounded him and that he had offered no update to anyone on the intervening years.

‘There were four of us who grew up in the orphanage,’ Daniil explained. ‘Sev looked out for all of us. He would try to halt an argument or tell us when to pull back. He would also read to us,’ Daniil said. ‘Sometimes it was a book on cooking that he had found, or gardening. One time a carer had left a sexy book...’ The guests all started to laugh as Daniil explained how the boys had kept getting him to read it again and again.

Rachel looked at Nikolai but his expression gave nothing away, even when Daniil spoke about how they had all hoped for a family.

Had Nikolai hoped? Rachel wondered.

But suddenly Rachel had no choice but to lose focus on Nikolai.

‘Rachel...’ Libby whispered, and she dragged her mind to the reason she was here—her very pregnant friend.

‘Are you okay?’ Rachel checked, and then saw that Libby’s eyes held urgent appeal.

‘No!’ Libby said. ‘Follow me out in a couple of moments but, please, Rachel don’t make it obvious.’