Episode 20

In the face of the tense atmosphere that was forming inside, Igor tried to bring up another topic. Since he had no experience with that, he sat down and asked the photographer.

"Shall we take the photo like this? Side by side?"

"Yes, but you should tie your hair back a bit, so it doesn't obstruct your face."

The photographer thought that Igor's hair length was getting in the way. His face was beautiful and had a certain delicacy to it, and it would look better if it was fully visible.

Igor agreed with the suggestion, took a small elastic band from his pants pocket, and then looked at Enrico's stern face. Before the team could hand him a mirror, he pulled the wheelchair a bit, having some playful ideas. He approached Enrico and made a request.

"Stay still and don't move."

The distance between the two suddenly shortened, they were so close that Igor's warm breath could be felt. Rico leaned back against the wheelchair's backrest.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Using the lens of your glasses as a mirror, it'll be quick."

Enrico looked at the man in front of him and didn't say anything. His dark skin matched his almond-shaped eyes. His nose was straight and beautiful, and his well-shaped lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of his pink tongue.

His shirt collar was open, as if it was some kind of silent seduction that left anyone who looked at it uncomfortable. Obviously, he hadn't done anything, but it almost seemed like he had planned it all. He finished tying his hair and spoke to Enrico again.

"Mr. Enrico, what should I do? Your eyes are full of me now," he whispered his name, a satisfied expression showing that he had achieved what he wanted.

Enrico looked at Igor, his face revealing no different emotion. When the other man began to retreat triumphantly, he made a move. Enrico grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, his voice firm as always.

"You, too, don't move."

"What?" Igor was surprised.

Suddenly, Enrico reached out and took hold of Igor's collar, slowly closing those two open buttons. His fingers were long, their tips lightly calloused. When he intentionally touched the skin beneath the fabric, a chill ran through Igor's body, causing confusion in his breathing.

Unconsciously, Igor wanted to move away, but Enrico continued his movements. A glimmer appeared in his calm eyes, as if he was looking at prey that had just entered his territory.

"What's wrong? Only you are allowed to play? But I can't make a slight move? Mr. Igor, you're quite presumptuous."

Igor was stopped by those words, showing rare seconds of obedience. Enrico was satisfied and withdrew his hand.

"There, now we can take the photo."

"Wait."

Igor, who regained his senses after those bewildering seconds, refused to be outdone. He placed his hands on Enrico's face, removing his glasses, but the tips of his fingers lightly and seductively touched Enrico's skin, in an attempt to regain his composure.

"Mr. Enrico, you look better without glasses."

The photographer, who was nearby, seeing and hearing everything, was already feeling embarrassed and blushing at the scene. The flirtation between the couple was creating a sticky atmosphere, making him uncomfortable. Igor, who didn't notice the expression the photographer made, continued.

"This is our first photo together, we have to look presentable. Who knows, maybe I'll show it to people in the future," he winked at Enrico.

The way he spoke was as if they weren't pretending in this marriage, but that they were actually going to use that certificate for a lifetime. Enrico didn't refuse.

"Okay, let Nathaniel hold that."

Nathaniel, who heard his name, went to them and took the glasses. When he returned to his place, he nudged Meng.

"Did you see? Mr. Enrico's mood improved."

Peterson, who was standing next to him, said nothing, just nodded. One was the assistant and the other was the bodyguard, both were accustomed to reading Enrico's expressions and mood. Compared to when he entered the room, Enrico's mood could be said to have changed from cloudy to sunny, and Nathaniel noticed that it was due to Igor, which seemed strange to him.

Half an hour later, the two were leaving with the certificate in their hands, it was made like a passport, with a photo taken by both of them in it, each receiving a certificate. Igor put a candy in his mouth and headed towards the car.

Enrico used his strength to transfer from the chair to the car, and slowly signaled to Nathaniel with his eyes, who understood the message and took a credit card out of his pocket, handing it to Igor.

"Mr. Igor, this card was prepared by Mr. Enrico for you, the password is your birthday."

The two had just signed that document, and Enrico was already fulfilling part of his agreement and he added:

"The card has no limits, but every expense will be sent to me in real time, as long as you don't use it to break the law, what you choose to spend it on will be your problem."