Mary We walked to the car, and I couldn't take my eyes off my ring, still in awe of its beauty. Pyotr really knew how to choose. Should I be so happy for a fake engagement? I covertly watched the man driving in silence. Is what I'm feeling really because of the ring? Well, it must be. Peter is a nice guy, but I don't think of him that way, I'm just helping him out as a friend! " You can sleep at my place for a few days," he commented, "I'll sleep on the couch.” " I don't think that's necessary," I looked away, still confused by all the euphoria, "We can schedule the wedding quickly. The sooner we get married, the sooner we can get divorced, right?” " Of course " He looked at me confused " You can choose the date.” " Thank you," I forced a smile, feeling anxious again. We went on in silence for the rest of the way, I thought again about everything Pyotr had said before. We'll have to look like a couple, but... This is so strange. " Hey Peter," I called as he stepped onto m
Mary I got up, took a shower, and put on my pajamas, getting ready for bed. But this time I didn't Sleep, I stared at the ceiling for a long time remembering the feeling of kissing Peter. I shouldn't have enjoyed that kiss so much, and just thinking that it won't be the only one my stomach churned with anxiety.Peter is right, our kisses will be quick, just to convince whoever is watching. Nothing more than that. We don't need complications in our lives. I kept waiting for the man's call, but obviously today that I have been up all night, he decides not to call. What's the fun in not waking me up? I slept a little before dawn and ended up being late the next day. I spent a few extra minutes putting on my makeup trying to cover up the effects of the sleepless nights I had that week. I arrived at the publishing company almost at eight o'clock, ignoring the curious looks on the way. A year ago I was gossiped about because I was working as a personal assistant and now because I was en
Pyotr Soon after dropping Mary off at home, I drove back to my apartment. My mind was spinning, wondering what had happened. What was that all about? I could still feel the effects of that kiss. My breathing was still labored and I kept going back to that moment all the time. The feel of Mary's lips on mine, her soft skin, the way she kissed back. I had to get out of there quickly to keep her from realizing the real situation she had left me in. A simple kiss made me want to have her all over me, and that can't happen. I'm sure things will be more difficult than I imagined. I parked the car in my space, leaning my forehead against the steering wheel. I need to pull myself together, I need to find a way to avoid feeling the way I'm feeling right now. I went to my apartment, devoting my attention to Libby, who seemed to smell Mary's perfume on me as she followed me around, nibbling the hem of my pants. I got rid of my clothes and went to take a shower before going to bed for anoth
PyotrI tried in vain to concentrate on work. The lack of sleep, Mary, the stress and all the changes of the last few days were affecting me. I couldn't focus on anything and as lunchtime approached, I decided it was best to go home and not deal with it until tomorrow. Mary looked confused to see me leaving, but I needed this time to get my head on straight. Especially with the engagement dinner approaching, I have no idea what Mr. Navruz might be planning. I headed home in order to calm my mind a little. I slept, caught up on my reading and managed to totally disconnect from all that during the afternoon. I was playing with Libby after dinner when my cell phone rang. I noticed Mary's picture there. I wondered if she had arranged another surprise dinner. " Hi Mary.”" Hey Peter, you're missing " she looked worried. " Sorry, I had some things to take care of," I blurted, trying to hide how much I needed a little distance from her. “How was your day?”" It was ok. I didn't have mu
Pyotr We accepted her instructions. Mary rode in my car, I couldn't help but watch her discreetly on the way, she looked very beautiful. I also felt her glance at me from time to time, but we remained silent until we almost reached the restaurant. " Did you send the pictures to your family? " Mary asked as we pulled onto Fifth Avenue. " Not yet," I commented, "I decided to do it after dinner, so we'll probably take more pictures tonight.” " Yes, we probably will," she replied thoughtfully. Mary's father parked the car in front of a white building with red and gold details. I stared in surprise at The Russian roon. The valet soon took the car, while he waited for Mary and me to get out of the car. " A Russian restaurant? " Mary questioned in amazement as we approached. " You're going to marry a Russian," he explained, "I thought it would be appropriate.” " But," Mary stammered. " What's the problem? " I questioned as we entered the restaurant. " I've never eaten Russian f
MaryI made an effort to make Pyotr as comfortable as possible during our engagement dinner, not to shy away from him and introduce him to those he didn't know. Some time after our arrival, we managed to get away from the bustle of the guests and sat down on the couches that were in the corner of the hall. I looked around completely amazed at all the decoration; although I live with a Russian every day, I had no idea that they could be so cheerful and detailed. " You are distracted " Pyotr played with the ring on my finger. " I'm surprised," I admitted, "I didn't know that Russian decor could be so cheerful.”" Do you like it? " He asked, stroking my left hand, before bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on the ring. " What are you doing? " I frowned, wondering at his attitude "Peter!”I felt my body tense up as he moved closer, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder before moving up to my ear, causing my heart to race. Has this crazy Russian lost his mind? " I'm just t
MaryI needed a little space to normalize my heartbeat. I made my way down a small hallway near the couches, into the bathroom. I checked my make up in the mirror, washed my hands and tried to pull myself together before returning to the salon.I left a few minutes later, finding Ian leaning against the wall in the middle of the hall. " Are you going to follow me now? " I rolled my eyes. " I just wanted to talk," he straightened before approaching me, "You and Rozanov are looking very close.”" What did you expect, Ian? This is our engagement dinner " I let out a tired sigh, crossing my arms in a defensive gesture. " But we know it's not real," he pointed out, causing my exasperation to rise. " You don't know anything! " I exclaimed. " Mary, how long have we known each other? " he questioned. " Ever.” " You think I don't know when you're lying? I taught you to lie! Are you really trying to convince me that you two had a great love story over cheesecake?”"I don't need to conv
MaryI stared at Pyotr without knowing what to say. He just decided to introduce me to his family like that, without any preparation whatsoever?" You're kidding, right? " I stammered." It'll be quick," he assured me, turning on his laptop and placing it on the bed, "I'm just going to change clothes.”" Peter, wait " I stood up " How is this going to happen?”" Video call," he answered, opening the closet door. " Can't we do this tomorrow? " I begged." I tried, but my mom insisted," he sighed. "Besides, I told you we're tired, so don't talk so much.”" You expect me to know your mother like this? " I pointed to my state." What's the matter? " He frowned as he unbuttoned his shirt, immediately catching my attention with each open button.What is he doing?" My hair's a mess, I've taken off all my makeup," I explained, struggling to regain my earlier thoughts as I watched the shirtless man, "Peter, I'm wearing your shirt!”" You look perfect to me! " He shrugged and put on a tank to