LOGINWhen the married couple is informed that their order has arrived, their good mood rubs off on me. A sweet couple where you can feel the love and trust between them. Even through the phone, while I was talking to both of them at once, I could feel the warmth in the way they treated each other, and it filled me with good energy too.
So, on that positive note, I step out of the office planning to go to the warehouse and give instructions about delivering the two new steel stallions to the address provided. But I nearly trip over my own feet when I see Kirill outside, wearing a cap with some Japanese writing on it, heading toward my showroom—and Ann trying to catch up with him! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! What the hell is he doing here?! They’re only supposed to come back in three days! And what the hell is Ann doing here?! This is bad. Very bad! I quickly duck behind the corner of the building and peek out in horror, watching what’s happening and praying to every god there is that Kirill will play along with me. We’ve covered each other’s asses plenty of times before. Just don’t go ballistic and don’t blow my cover. “Oh, hi, Nazar,” Ann deftly kisses the man on the cheek, though she immediately gets embarrassed by her own impulse and lowers her eyes. “Hi. I’m not—” “Listen,” the brunette interrupts my brother, as if gathering her thoughts to say everything honestly. “I don’t want to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong… but maybe I can help you,” the longer she looks at Kirill, the faster her confidence fades. “I just want to help you, because you’re such a wonderful father to the kids,” my brother’s eyebrows shoot up expressively, and at that moment our eyes meet. My twin’s face darkens like a storm cloud, while I gesture frantically for him to play along. I’ll deal with him somehow later, but I can’t lose Ann right now! “I found an interesting article online from a book that describes a problem very similar to yours,” even from this distance I can hear the nervousness in my beloved’s voice. “I know it’s very hard to replace the attention of a mother who abandoned them, but according to the reviews this book has many tips that really help parents get closer to their kids when the other parent left the family.” I can practically feel the rage radiating from my twin, and I see his jaw tightening as he stares at me. He’s never been stupid and immediately understood what’s going on. “You’ll learn a lot about your little troublemakers if you use the methods and practices described there. It’s especially important for you and Soli, because girls aren’t always open about their problems with their dad,” Ann tries sincerely to help, and once again I fall in love with my bright angel. God, she’s incredible and so kind! “Alright, thanks,” Kirill grinds out through clenched teeth, but then he slips into the role and softens slightly. “Sorry, but I urgently need to get to the office. A lot of urgent and killer business just came up,” the brown-haired man mutters, looking straight at me, promising me nothing good. Well, that’s it. I’m totally screwed when it comes to my brother.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







