- Well, then what to do?

- What to do? Somehow do without detectives ... Exhort dad ... although, you know, it's not real ... he just got mad at Sashka ... created an idol out of him, but he considers me a loser ...

- Come on ... just an approach needs to be found ..., - Anya blithely dismissed as always. - By the way, didn’t you hand over a detective card with a mobile phone? But I would also “consult” with him on a couple of questions ...

- You have his office phone. Sign up for a consultation, - irritated Luda, reluctantly admitting to herself that she was a little jealous.

“Have you noticed how amazing his figure is?” - the beast did not let up, the spark of a playful white-toothed little smile. - I'm sure he is seriously involved in sports. And he has a tattoo on his neck. Maybe even where in an interesting place.

“No, I didn’t notice anything,” Luda once again lied, remembering his tattoo on her arm, and shuddered. This devil read her thoughts as if they were all spinning around this brazen, cunning, unscrupulous, handsome quack! He nearly raped her there! How could she sign such a contract ?! First, she understood at first sight that such a person could not be trusted. Secondly, her goal was to reveal Sasha’s criminal activities. What if his betrayal does not become such a strong argument for his father? She and her mother had long been living, as they say, in a free marriage under the motto “business and nothing personal”, and both had connections on the side. Most likely, the father of male solidarity will take the side of the future son-in-law. And my mother generally believed that all men are the same and, on occasion, always change.

Until now, Luda had a very convincing and clear plan how to get rid of a man who seemed to have set a goal to break her will, turning her into a thoughtless and silent doll, only fulfilling his wishes. For a while she even thought that she liked it, because he was strong, intelligent, beautiful - the embodiment of her secret desires about the male ideal. He always knew what he wanted, and always got it. In addition, complete submission ultimately brought sharp sensual pleasures, and he could give pleasures, could so much that he almost turned her into his slave, only dreaming of receiving another batch of affection, and everything ready for it. Luda infinitely reproached herself for this weakness in front of him, because over time she realized that apart from the bed, he was no longer interested in anything. He did not love her, as he did not love anyone in this life, except himself, because he was not capable of these feelings. Then what was their connection? Perhaps just a shameful embodiment of her lust and a clever embodiment of his inordinate greed and ambition.

And now, when the time has come to do away with all this, to break out of this vicious circle, to bring this unprincipled cruel person to clean water, she seems to be again the victim of her own base instincts, she has a crush on another dubious type, has no idea what to do with it. From just one memory of the look of this impudent “detective number one”, her knees trembled, her cheeks flared, she sang sweetly in her temples and began to throb pleasantly in her panties. Why?! Why is she so unlucky with men ?!

“Well, for your happiness, you have me,” Anya again guessed her thoughts. “And I'm going to make you feel today!” Shopping and manicure - what you need. In the evening, sit in the "Mandarin". Cocktail couple skip. Mmm?

- Listen, today I can not ... Sasha comes from a business trip ...

Anya sighed painfully.

- What? - Luda looked guiltily at her.

- You're just the only one! You do everything on purpose to be unhappy! Can't you just enjoy life?

- I can not miss the family dinner. Dad won't forgive me. Yes, and Sasha, too ... I just do not want scandals and unnecessary problems.

- You know? I did everything I could, and now I wash my hands.

It seems, Anyuta still a lot of things unflattering expressed in her address. Her discontent could be understood, but, to be honest, Luda practically did not listen to her. She was completely absorbed in thoughts of a man who had just so skillfully revealed to her all her secrets. And yet, suddenly, she slowly began to realize what she had done, betraying a completely compromised person to her own bridegroom to a completely stranger. Why is everything in her life so difficult, so confusing, so hopeless?

***

Do not have time to hear the trill of the doorbell, as the loud, cheerful barking of Hector made Luda break away from the laptop. The Doberman, distraught with happiness, almost knocked her down when she opened the door, but just seeing the owner, he became quiet, cursed ingratiatingly and awkwardly spun around his legs with her hair, knowing that he couldn’t dismiss his paws or drool with him, otherwise you can get first number. He poked his wet nose into his hand, trembling with his whole body, pressed his ears and squinted his eyes up, waiting for the coveted hand to touch his head approvingly. Luda stood aside, leaning against the wall and folding her arms on her chest. How did this stupid dog sometimes remind her of herself, especially in the old days, when she simply melted from the skillful touch of this man, who almost managed to turn her into her shadow. But has everything changed now?

Sasha slowly put the case on the floor, took off his wet raincoat, remained in a superbly sitting dark blue woolen three-piece suit, and ran his hand through his hair, trying to get rid of excess moisture. Water flowed from heavy black strands almost in streams. He stroked the dog for a short time, sending it to the seventh sky with one stingy motion, and dryly threw: "Place." Hector, overcoming a passionate desire to stay with the owner, obediently ran away, and the owner looked at his other living property, patiently waiting for their turn.

Even now, when blind devotion to this devil was left far behind for Luda, she could not help but tremble in his presence. He knew how to impress: always dressed with needles, brilliant and cool, like some Phileas Fogg. He measured her gaze, as if reading her mood, desires and fears, in order to know the more profitable he would be manipulating this time. The only thing Luda could think at that moment was that she had betrayed him, and now she will suffer retribution, because he sees through her. When he came closer, she did not want to look at him, but she had to. It was beyond her powers, like the silent order of a telepath from some horrible horror movie. Every time you realize that all this is the fruit of your imagination, and you are still afraid, like a child who first saw a nightmare.

His penetrating blue eyes nailed her to the spot.

The girl looked impeccable - this was demanded by her whole lifestyle, putting her in a rigid framework of complete self-control. And this he demanded of her - an ideal body, refined taste, maximum gloss. Is always. Twenty-four hours a day. Luda was slightly shaken when his hard gaze slid over her angel-blond blond curls, on her pretty face, expertly decorated with make-up, on the straps of the finest lace on her snow-white shoulders, on often billowing breasts with small nipples sticking out under a silky cloth. Oh, this dress was in his taste: a simple elegant cut, a modest neckline, bare back, a narrow belt, a flying short skirt, barely covering the buttocks. And under it - nothing but lace panties.

Parents, brother, wife and family friends were waiting for them for dinner at a country house.Sasha's plane was delayed for four hours, and Luda waited for him in his apartment the second half of the day, after walking the remaining classes. This cold little habitable place could hardly be called their love nest - it was just his territory for meetings, which Lyuda waited as much for her as she was afraid. And this territory ... Read more →