33 She

It had already been a year and a half since that day. We still hadn’t found the runaway. She hadn’t ordered any services on the site since, which was somewhat pleasing, but also frustrating. Sometimes, I see her in my dreams. Those blue eyes seem to haunt me, yet I can’t find her. None of my former flings have stayed in my head for so long as this one.

I started visiting Nazar more often. A couple of times a month, our meetings were inevitable. That fight seemed to bring us closer again, only now on a different level. I was still working with my father, but I also began dedicating more time to my brother.

When I came to see him, I knew I would get a warm welcome, a good fight, and Mila’s affectionate hugs. Why always that brunette? Because it was convenient… and she gives a damn good blowjob, smacking her lips even. Of course, I don’t skimp on gifts, so she smacks her lips even more eagerly.

“You spoil Mila quite a lot,” Nazar notes, nodding toward the brunette’s new phone. Tomorrow I need to be at one of the charity evenings with my father, and I can bring a couple along. So I suggested Mila.

“I can afford it,” I smirk, taking a sip of whiskey in company with my brother while we wait for the girls at one of the clubs. “If I ever want to save, I’ll get a wife.”

Shade appreciated my attitude, and we start laughing.

“Not that often. Make sure she doesn’t imagine nonexistent pink ponies in her head,” Nazar chuckles, and I see the girls already heading toward us.

“Oh, Kirusha’s here,” Mila chirps, leaning in to kiss me, but I dodge. That little pest knows I can’t stand kisses, and yet she goes for it anyway.

The image of the blue-eyed girl immediately flashed in my mind. Since then, I hardly ever kiss girls. I kissed her willingly because she was pure, while with the others, who knows where those lips had been. And the thought of how many dicks they had sucked just for some new trinkets fills me with genuine disgust. All because of that blonde witch! Before, such details didn’t bother me at all!

My brother noticed my displeasure and Mila’s overly eager zeal, giving me a look that said, “I told you so.”

“Here’s a gift for you, Mila,” I hand over the phone. “But I hope you’re not building any castles in the air about us? I’m not here for a relationship. If that’s a problem for you, we can stop our time together right now.”

“I wasn’t thinking anything like that,” the brunette pouted theatrically, taking the phone willingly.

“Just wanted to make it clear,” I smile, sipping my alcohol. “You have to understand, you’re not the only one like this with me.”

“Ugh, how rude!” Mila snapped. “I’m not stupid and I don’t build illusions.”

“Good. Tomorrow I’ll pick you up. Be ready at the appointed time.”

But that was easier said than done! At the time I specified, she still wasn’t ready, and it drove me insane. I can’t stand tardiness, and such antics from the brunette only irritate me more. Mila seemed to deliberately delay us, bringing me to a white-hot rage. Time to end this with her. Finding a new mouth to suck and holes ready to give is no problem.

When we arrived, my father was already at the event, and I planned to greet him immediately—when I spotted HER in the crowd.

I could swear there was no one at tonight’s event more beautiful or attractive than this girl. There was something about her that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from, especially from her figure.

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her juicy breasts, and that slit on her thigh forced my thoughts to turn onto a sinful path. Her rounded ass and the too-much bare skin on her back made her additionally enchanting and desirable, to the point it started to make me angry. Because I wasn’t the only one who appreciated her beauty. The guy next to her wasn’t taking his eyes off her, just like the male half of her conversation partners.

My fists clenched on their own until they cracked, and a veil of rage clouded my vision. The curtain dropped — everything started to piss me off, and I suddenly wanted a fight.

She lifted her eyes, and our gazes met. It wasn’t hard to notice the fear and nervousness, and also the way she pressed herself even closer to that pretty-boy beside her.

Blue‑eyed witch! What she does to my nerves! I want to walk up and tear her out of someone else’s hands, giving her opponent’s face a good beating.