Touch the Billionaire

Chapter 3

Adrik’s gray gaze was on Yuri as he sat down on the long couch while his dark-haired friend and therapist, who had short-boxed beard, was seated in a single couch of the same color, beige. His friend’s clinic was actually only a block away from his office, so it was just a very short drive with his personal driver and two bodyguards. The clinic was in a five-story building where pharmacists and other health care professionals had their clinics. He’d been practicing as a psychologist and a s*x therapist for over a decade now, and they were of the same age. They’d known each other since high school and been friends since then.

“So? How was your week, Yuri?”

“The usual, Adrik,” he answered in his deep voice. Like him, Adrik was well-built but was slightly shorter than him. Unlike him, who usually wore a three-piece suit, his friend wore casual clothes beneath his white lab coat. He had no idea if that was truly necessary when it didn’t make a difference between them. They just talked like old buddies, not like a doctor and a patient.

“Nothing new?” his friend inquired with a sneer.

Yuri leaned back in his seat, rested one elbow on the armrest. “Yula wants me to go to her friend’s party tonight. I don’t want to,” he admitted, shaking his head and making his long wavy dark blond hair sway a bit. His tapered fingers brushed his hair back. “She already knows my problem. Why can’t she understand it?” He sounded desperate and frustrated, his slightly thick dark blond brows meeting.

“She’s just trying to help you by pushing you, though it’s not good. But… you have to go out on your own and literally brush elbows with girls.” Adrik grinned, showing white uneven teeth.

Yuri almost cringed at the thought of rubbing elbows with girls. Ever since he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, he had taken no girls after her. He was afraid to create another relationship and be criticized harshly. It affected him since Alyona told him he wasn’t good in bed. From then on, he had s****l aversion disorder, which his friend wanted to cure him for many years since his condition was found out. At first, physical tests were run, and they were all found normal. All that was left was this psychological disorder that seemed to be incurable for him. Nonetheless, he did want to get better—the reason that he sought help from his friend. It was quite convenient since he could talk just about anything to Adrik without the fear of him spreading it all to Russia. Only he and his family knew about this problem. Well, maybe Alyona, too. But probably, she thought he was fine by now after a long time.

Adrik stared at him. “How about taking a break from your work and all your daily routine? Should I accompany you to a vacation somewhere? I don’t know… someplace where there’s a lot of sun, pretty and exotic girls…” he trailed off.

Yuri couldn’t help but snort and shook his head. “You think that’ll help me? I’ve been on vacations in the last decade of my life, Adrik.”

Adrik moved his head from the left to the right. “Twice, if I remember it right. You went to California for a week eight years ago and another week to Thailand some five years ago. None after that but all business trips outside Russia, my friend.”

Yuri gestured his hands in the air. “All the time, you pushed me to go to strip clubs and I’m still the same! I can’t stand women around and touching me, Adrik.”

“But… you’re not trying, Yuri. First, you have to have someone you can connect with. Tell her about what you feel, be open to her. Don’t force yourself with the act. You have to be in the moment for that. You have to be in the present and don’t think of anything else. You’ll see I’m right.”

Yuri squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his high-bridged nose and pursed his peach lips. “I’ll get back to you on that. Connecting with anyone is not an easy task, especially that women just want me because of my money, Adrik.”

“Well, a curse for being a billionaire I must say. But as your only friend, I’m telling you that your life mustn’t only revolve on building a business empire and being one of the country’s oligarchs.”

Yuri had nothing to say to that. His grandparents, on his father’s side, were the “pure” oligarchs, and he just “inherited” the position since he took over Guryev Corp. when he was barely twenty-four. With it were countless perks as an oligarch, which had cons on the side naturally.

“You, my friend, need a bosom to rest by the end of the day.” Adrik gave him a mocking smile.

Yuri’s face twitched at the sound of it, which made his friend chortle.

***

Yuri looked at the slender woman who strode in to his office. She wore a fashionable red autumn jacket over a short black velvet dress. Her long legs were covered by black stockings and knee-high boots. Her shoulder-length blond hair was curly, and she showed off a pair of dangling earrings that were made of diamonds that glittered incessantly. Her perfectly made up face enhanced the blueness of her big eyes, and her red lipstick made her lips tantalizing. She looked beautiful than ever—as he could remember, that is.

“Who let you in, Alyona?” he asked in a bored tone, dropping his gaze to the paper he was holding.

One of his usual two bodyguards, Sergei, came in with alarmed expression on his face upon hearing it. “Prostite, ser. (I’m sorry, sir.)” Sergei apologized to him. “She said you were expecting her.”

Yuri’s face went grim as he regarded the woman, while Alyona just smiled at him and at the bodyguard who was ready to drag her out of his office.

“Leave us and close the door, Sergei,” he ordered the short-haired bulky man in his late thirties. Sergei was a bouncer when he hired him five years ago. The latter saved Yuri from some clingy b*tch at a strip club where he and Adrik went. It was one of his memorable birthdays, since his friend forced him to go there, and he almost had a panic attack.

“It’s good to see you again, Yuri. How long was it since we saw each other last?” Her sweet voice was like honey. But in reality, she was a queen bee who’d crush men after using them.

She stepped closer to his desk, making him catch a whiff of her strong floral perfume and his brows met even closer together.

Yuri sat back. “Don’t come near me, Alyona. You’re not welcome to my office or to any premises I own.”

She laughed softly at that. “I thought I was. Your sister told me to come here and so here I am.”

Thick-faced lying b*tch!

Yuri’s bluish gray eyes flashed at her. “You must have received a wrong message. I repeat, you’re not welcome to my office or to any premises I own. Now, get out!”

“You have to hear what I have to say, Yuri.” Her voice was pleading.

He didn’t say a word but just gave her a fiery look.

“I’m finally free! We can start anew. Didn’t you wait for me? Isn’t it why you’re single until now? You still love me, don’t you, Yuri?”

Yuri’s jaw tightened. “You must be delusional, Alyona. I, in fact, have a girlfriend that no one knows about.”