LOGINThe first batch of pizza finishes heating up and I quickly bring it to the kids, who are deep into the PlayStation. They’ve split into two teams: the twins against Soli and Kirill. Judging by the sour faces of the brothers, the second team is beating them pretty well. A full-on tournament! But I’ve got more interesting conversations going on, so glad that the kids are completely absorbed in the game, I head back to the kitchen where Ann stayed and load the second batch of pizza.
“You know, I’m sure everything will work out for you,” brown eyes look at me seriously. “You love them very much, and that’s the most important thing. Kids feel love, and with time they’ll understand you. You radiate positive emotions, and it’s impossible not to respond to that with kindness. It’ll be hard, but I’m sure you’ll manage.” “You’re so sure?” I start losing the thread of the conversation, staring at her plump crimson lips as I step closer. “And what do you feel? What emotions do you get from me… toward you?” Ann stands there nervously biting the inside of her lip. It’s obvious she’s trying to fight herself, but her breathing speeds up and a faint blush colors her cheeks. She’s clearly getting nervous, though she tries to hide it. Those bottomless eyes, with an entire universe inside them… I close the distance too quickly and attack her tempting lips. I can’t restrain myself anymore around the brunette without tasting those soft lips again. My demons surge out of me with incredible force. I grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss, which turns rough and demanding. But to my surprise, my intensity doesn’t scare her at all. On the contrary. She responds just as fiercely and wildly, not backing down but accepting the challenge, and that knocks me out even more. Could she possibly be any more perfect for me?! My passionate girl! My hands greedily and impatiently explore her beautiful body. My dick is harder than a diamond and painfully ready for battle. I kiss her deeply, wetly and sinfully, move down to her neck, squeezing her juicy breasts, ready to go all the way. The microwave’s beep snaps us back to reality. The pizza is heated… though not nearly as much as we are. Coming back to my senses, I realize Ann is sitting on the kitchen island, and I’m standing between her spread legs, greedily squeezing her ass through her light dress. A haze of passion clouds her beautiful eyes, and her lips are swollen from our kisses. Her chest rises quickly, her breathing uneven. So beautiful. So desirable. “Stay the night,” I whisper hoarsely into the girl’s neck, covering her sensitive skin with small kisses, having absolutely no desire to release my little bird from such an intriguing position. “Nazar,” the beauty whispers breathlessly. “We’ve only known each other for a week…” “And you’ve already driven me crazy,” I run my tongue along her delicate neck, completely intoxicated by her softness and scent. “You don’t leave my head for a second.” Ann trembles in my hands. I matter to her, just like she matters to me. God, how I want her! Screw the kids! I’ll drag her into the nearest room, lock us away from the world and finally fuck her properly! “I can’t. I’m here with Kirill. That wouldn’t be right,” the brunette whispers, breathless from my touches, tilting her head back. “You’re right,” I sigh in frustration, squeezing the beauty’s waist. “With kids nearby, you can’t really relax. But tomorrow I’m leaving them with my parents, because during the day I’ll have to go to work at my shop, send out orders and receive a new shipment. But in the evening I’m inviting you on a date! Just the two of us! No refusals, and wear something comfortable. What do you think?” I ask playfully, squeezing her ass a little harder. “I’m not against it,” Ann smiles softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Then I can’t wait for our meeting, my mistress!”Fueled by ridiculous motivation and enthusiasm, I barely slept half the night, digging through the endless depths of the internet, trying to find as much information as possible about Nazar’s problem. I can’t even explain why exactly, but I wanted to be useful to him, wanted to ease the man’s inner struggles as a father. I saw how much this topic bothered and unsettled him, and I genuinely felt sorry for him, just on a human level.After digging around, I actually found a few pretty interesting and clearly written materials. I downloaded them and even went as far as printing them out.We had a date planned for today, and so I wouldn’t have to drag this whole damn stack around in the evening, I decided to stop by Nazar’s workplace, his shop, and give him the materials in advance. He mentioned yesterday that he had a busy workday today, so I figured I’d just drop in for a minute.Though, if I’m being honest, I just wanted to see him again. Yesterday’s kiss and the desire it sparked kee
The next day, we headed to the beach to spend the day with Nazar and his kids. My mom was over the moon that I, all on my own, without her lectures and pressure, took Kirill with me to the river. Happiness and tender pride for her children were practically glowing on her satisfied face. Not so much on Kirill’s.“Why haven’t you dumped that guy yet?” the brat grumbled unhappily the moment we stepped out of the house. “You asked me to help and play along, and in the end…”“Oh, quit whining,” I shoot back in the same tone as we get into the car. “Besides, he turned out not to be what I first thought. He’s actually a decent guy, and it’s nice talking to him.” At that, my brother rolled his eyes so hard they nearly hit the ceiling.“Then why don’t you tell this decent guy about your real job?” he snarked.“It’s complicated,” I sigh. “For now, I’m just interested in talking to him, so play along with me. Is it really that hard for you?”“If you like him that much, then explain everything a
The music ends, and I return to the real world under loud applause and whistles. With a confident, lazy stride, I leave the stage. My next set is in about forty minutes, so I’ve got time for a couple of private dances… if I like the client.I head to the dressing room, change outfits, and go straight to the VIP room where a client is already waiting. The room is fairly spacious, with a stage and pole, and a separate entrance for the dancers. In front of the stage is a soft leather couch and a table for the client… or clients. If needed, that couch sees a lot of “interesting” things.The light is focused on me, so I can’t see the man at first. The routine is set up so that part of the dance happens on stage, then I come down and dance near the client… and on him.After finishing the stage part, I come down. On the couch sits… some skinny nerd.Well, definitely not my type.I smoothly climb onto him. The guy watches me with huge nervous eyes, barely breathing. It’s kind of funny, but la
Walking into the building entrance where the rented apartment is, I stand there for a while, leaning my back against the wall and quietly start knocking my stupid head against it.For fuck’s sake, Anya, what are you doing?! What the hell are you even saying?! Why are you giving Nazar some kind of hope if you’re not cut out for relationships at all?! He’s so good and kind, and you?You melted, relaxed in his arms like a damn rag doll! You can’t be drifting like that just because some guy’s hot! They’re not supposed to crawl under your skin that fast! Have you completely lost it?You need to snap out of this sudden crush. You’ve got a shift at the club tonight, remember? So get that pink fog out of your head. And one of the best ways to do that is right there, in the club.Then why the hell does it suddenly feel so heavy in my chest? Like some worm crawled inside and started squirming and gnawing under my ribs. I should probably get checked for parasites!After standing there with my ey
Talking to Nazar was surprisingly easy and pleasant. He has a subtle sense of humor with a touch of sarcasm, he’s intelligent, tactful, smart, and insanely charismatic. I like listening to him, like the atmosphere that forms when he’s around. Like we’ve known each other forever, and I feel… safe with him.Nazar told me he owns a motorcycle showroom and several repair services. That explains his style, that reckless brutal biker vibe, the classic bad boy look. Occupational hazard, I guess.I have to admit… I really liked him. Not just his looks. There’s this incredible positive energy coming off him… and sexual energy too.He kept looking at me in a way that sent goosebumps down my skin. Like with that piercing gaze, he could touch me, stroke me without even laying a hand on me. He behaved properly, almost too properly… but those green eyes betrayed a whole volcano of lust and unspoken promises. And that heat rose straight to my cheeks… and not only there.During our walk, Nazar was ve
What the hell am I doing?! What am I even saying?!I spun a whole damn fairy tale about working at a hospital. Though… I did, for a while, so it’s not a complete lie. Night shifts? Also not entirely false. And I do have a nurse outfit, so technically I do “save lives”… keeping men from dying of boredom and routine.But when it came to the story about Kirill’s father, I really went off the rails. Without even realizing it, I dragged my own past and my relationship with Denis into it, like my pain is just begging to be let out already.I shouldn’t have done that… I should’ve just said I made it all up so he’d back off, but no. I keep digging myself deeper into lies. Why?Because it’s not that easy to tell a man you’re a stripper who sometimes sleeps with clients. Sounds disgusting. And here’s the problem… around Nazar, for the first time in years, I started feeling things like shame and… embarrassment.Me?! I’m a confident woman. I always know what I want and go after it. But around Na







