Summary:

After not speaking for over four months, Ilya is perturbed by headlines that Shane has suddenly married an American pop star. Excerpt: Shane Hollander opened the door to find a 6’3 seething Russian in the hallway. “What…” he angled his head to peer around Ilya’s rigid, imposing figure. “What are you doing here?” Ilya shoved a magazine at him. “Annul it.” “No seriously. Where’d you even come from?” “Hollander.” Icy warning wrapped around each syllable. “Aren’t you presenting at the ESPYs tonight?” “Am home sick,” Ilya barked, pushing his way into Shane’s apartment. “Is true?” he gestured toward the magazine Shane had yet to acknowledge. “End it. Now.” “End what…” Shane looked down, frowning when he realized it was the fucking 'National Enquirer'. What the actual fuck? “Oh…” he breathed, the top box on the front page catching his eye. A picture of him and Mia Voegele taken in a dark club with the tag, ‘Secret Marriage?'