Chapter 4: Galina Chekov

I snatched the bag and gave her a rather fake smile. "Thank you."

The director felt awkward by the tension that was being created by this enigmatic woman. He laughed and said that he'll be meeting the other investors, leaving us two alone.

A moment of silence was swallowed and forced to bear, when she suddenly spoke to me. "How about we go for a drink?" she suggested. I nodded and she led the way.

She handed me a glass of champagne.

"So you're Maxine. I've heard a lot about you in the industry, quite famous." she stated. "Oh haha not that much. I wonder what you've heard?"

I answered.

She looks very expensive, and to think she's a Chekov, made it even more enigmatic as to why she's in the industry.

It is said that the Chekov family is a family of gangsters, knowing that their head, Vladimir Sidorovich Chekov, is a mafia ruler in the past. They are said to be laid low, but still has strong presence throughout the city. So I wonder, why would she be here, slapping to people's faces that she's from a dangerous family.

".....Maxine? You okay?" Galina tapped my shoulder that startled me. "Sorry what?" instinctively fast I replied. "You've been staring for a while. I'm getting worried."

"Ah, I'm okay. Sorry." I said and took a sip of the champagne. I averted my eyes from her out of embarrassment, I couldn't imagine what I looked like spacing out.

"Hmm alright. But Maxine, I have a question. Look at me." she slip her fingers under my chin to turn my head at her direction. There, my eyes met her's again, looking at me seductively and deeply.

"W-what is it?" I stuttered, brushing her hands off my chin and moving it aside. She seems surprised by my move, but she kept her smile.

She retrieved her hand and started to twirl her glass, "I wonder, do you have a kid?" she glanced at me.

Her question caught me off guard. It made me overthink that maybe she saw me with Iñigo at the store and thought I was his mother, or maybe another reason I don't know. I literally am too young to be a mother of an 11 years old boy, I'm 29, and I don't even support teenage pregnancy.

"...I don't. Why?" it took me a moment to speak those words out of my mouth. I should be cautious for my own good, after all, I am sitting with a rather dangerous aura of a woman.

"Nothing. I'm just wondering." she looked away and gulped the champagne. "This champagne sucks. How about we have vodka?" she offered. I agreed.

She called the bartender and asked for a bottle of vodka. The bartender timidly got the bottle and handed it to her carefully, avoiding contact.

It's very obvious he's intimidated by her, but she couldn't care less. It's their perspective anyway.

The bartender also provided us glasses with ice, as Galina got it and poured vodka in it. She handed me a glass, "Cheers." she said and lifted up her's. Our glasses cling and she straight up drank it.

We were just chatting when suddenly an acquaintance of mine came up to me. "Hey Maxine! How are you doing these days? You haven't reached out to me yet, I'm sad." he leaned close to me and grabbed my shoulder, when he looked at Galina and is in awe.

"Oh, Adrian.. Sorry, I'm busy these days so I have no time contacting you." I replied.

"Sure, but hey, won't you introduce me to this beautiful woman?" he whispered. I glanced at Galina, and she looks kinda pissed off at Adrian, seems like she heard what he said.

"You can do that yourself though.." I whispered back. I don't really do introductions, I prefer for them to know each other personally without any wingman.

Without any complain, he got close to Galina and reached out his hands. "Good evening gorgeous, I'm Adrian Petrov. Nice to meet you." he spoke in a rather disgusting tone and confident expression.

But Galina seems very uninterested that she didn't even bother to look at Adrian. She just glanced at him, as if looking down, "I didn't ask though."

Adrian was taken aback about what she just said. But he just awkwardly laughed, "I see. You're feisty, I give you that. But how about you give me some chance, eh?"

Galina looked at me, "Maxine, would you like some more vodka? I'll pour you another." she uttered, ignoring what Adrian just said and took my glass.

"Thank you." I answered. I glanced at Adrian, and he looks pissed and embarrassed.

"You—" I covered Adrian's mouth before he could say something not very nice to her. I leaned close to his ears and whispered, "She's a Chekov."

His eyes widened as he forcefully took my hand off his mouth. "What— why didn't you say so earlier!??" he whispered back, gripping my hand.

To our surprise, Galina placed her hand on my arms, just above Adrian's. Her eyes were cold, looking directly at Adrian's soul. "How about you take your hands off her, before I cut it." she threatened.

She looks so serious that even I was scared. "Ah, sorry!" Adrian immediately retrieved his hands, "Seems you both are busy with each other ... I'll go now." his voice are trembling as he spoke, and went out of our sight in a flash.

I became even more uncomfortable with her after hearing what she just said, but surprisingly, I feel saved.

My face are hot, could I be drunk?

My sight became dizzy and wiggly, and Galina's voice are fading, I couldn't understand what she's saying. I tried composing myself, manipulating my mind that I'm okay, but it didn't work. The last I remember, my sight blacked out.

I slowly opened my eyes, and felt a weird sensation between my legs. "What the fuck? Ah— shit."

I looked down to see Galina naked, licking and slurping my private.

"Oh, you're finally awake." she stopped and raised herself, licking her lips while smirking.

When I came to my senses, I closed my legs and tried to cover myself. "Why am I naked? What the fuck are we doing?" I shouted in my mind.