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 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

MaryEven though the bed and the noises of the place were strange, I did not take long to fall asleep. I woke up a few times during the night, just to look around and get myself situated, then went back to sleep.One of these times I could swear that Pyotr was standing in the doorway, watching me sleep. But surely I was dreaming. Why would he do something like this?When I woke up the next day, Libby was asleep beside me in bed. I moved carefully so as not to awaken her, making my way to the living room as soon as I could get out of bed. Pyotr was in the kitchen, his back to me squeezing some oranges for a juice." Need some help? " I questioned, noticing the perfectly arranged couch.It was barely seven in the morning, why is he up already?" Did you sleep well? " He questioned, looking over his shoulder. “I am preparing Záftrak.”" Zá... what? " I frowned, coming around the counter and standing beside him." Záftrak," he laughed, "time to enjoy the morning.”" You mean breakfast? "

Pyotr On Friday, after she finally fell asleep I couldn't help but watch her for a while, just to make sure that this was really happening. The image of that young woman lying face down on my bed would be etched forever in my mind. She was sleeping peacefully with a soft and innocent expression, a handful of hair was in front of her face, making me want to pull it out of there to observe her better. My shirt had fit perfectly, but as I lowered my gaze to her body, I found the fabric bunched up around her waist, making me freeze. Mary was wearing a pair of red lace panties, and her firm, round ass soon caught my attention. It was simply beautiful. I had noticed that Mary had a nice ass many times under the dress pants she wore, but now seeing her practically naked... How wrong am I to be dry humping my future wife's ass? She moved on the bed and lay on her back. I would have liked to watch her some more, but I had the impression that she was opening her eyes, and the last thing

Pyotr" Let's go inside," Mary laughed, running toward the door, out of the rain.I followed her, feeling relieved that I had managed to escape the situation. Maybe I should have left things the way they were; my sanity would surely thank me." There you are " The lady who greeted me last time appeared " Mary, your mother is looking for you.”" Thank you Viola " I smiled " Are they in the kitchen?”" Dining room " she said before going downstairs." Couldn't he make it easier and do something simple? " Mary snorted and headed for the stairwell.We reached the second floor and headed straight for the dining room, where Omar and Elena were already waiting with the table set. " Dining room? Really Daddy? " Mary rolled her eyes and sat down facing her father. I sat down in the vacant seat next to her." What's the problem? " he questioned as he served himself." Mary, we have a guest today," Elena interjected." You don't mind using the kitchen for other guests," she rolled her