All Chapters of Deep Trouble With You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“That’s exactly what I want!” I fire back. “That girl built such walls around herself there’s no way to jump over them. She immediately labeled me a womanizer she’s not interested in. So what was I supposed to do?”“And she was right,” Vicky adds calmly now.“But there was no other way to get close! And how am I supposed to prove I’m serious if I’m not even given a chance from the start?”“So you decided to begin a serious relationship with lies and nothing but lies? Great solution! A truly serious man’s move!” Vicky reflects, not even looking at me anymore.“Yeah,” I agree. “But… damn it. Fine. I was wrong. I’m sorry,” I say tiredly, no longer having the energy to argue.What’s the point? In their eyes, I’m still the same liar and asshole. And they’re not entirely wrong. I’ll confess everything to Ann today, and whatever happens, happens.I’ll lie at her feet begging for forgiveness—but I’m not letting her go. Let her be angry, let her yell, hell, let her even hit me—but I won’t let

“This is so cool!” Ann burst with emotion the moment she took off the helmet and slightly turned toward me. “It feels like incredible freedom and flight! Like weightlessness, like you’re a light cloud drifting in the air!”“A cloud?” I chuckled, smiling at the comparison, unable to take my eyes off her. “Why a cloud?”“I don’t know,” the beauty blushed, her eyes lingering on my lips for a second.I couldn’t hold that torture any longer and kissed her, pulling her tight against me from behind. Ann eagerly responded, melting in my hands, which shamelessly explored her body, especially her firm breasts. Desire flared instantly, but if I kept going, there’d be no time left for talking. So I slowed down, though still held her close.“Listen, Ann, I’m serious about you,” I brush my nose along her delicate neck, lightly licking sensitive spots, and she gasps. “I want us to be together. I want to call you mine and do a lot of indecent but very pleased things to you.”“But… I have a child,” sh

For a while, Alexey tried to make fun of me, but then, from a single look, he realized that if he didn’t shut up right the fuck now, a visit to the dentist would become inevitable. I was pissed, but serious. Fight fire with fire, right? Just need to tune myself to the right wave. So what if I fell in love? I fell, I’ll fall out. Life goes on, gotta move forward.Only saying that is one thing. In reality, it’s a whole different mess. My heart doesn’t want to have that one bright thing ripped out of it after so many years. It fucking aches inside as we walk into one of the expensive clubs that opened recently.“Dude, you won’t regret this!” my friend beams, dragging me inside toward the VIP area. “This place is fucking awesome! Been telling you about it forever. And the chicks? Absolute fire! Every type you can imagine, like straight out of Instagram!”“Yeah,” I grunt, looking around.Typical club. Dance floor lit with neon, a small stage with a pole for shows, DJ booth on the left wit

Ann Shumilskaya: A few weeks earlier “Damn, we partied hard yesterday!” Ksyusha’s voice rattled straight through my poor ears from the phone speaker. “My whole body’s aching, I’m walking like I got split in half,” my friend confessed with zero shame. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have gone off with those jocks… where the hell did you even disappear to?” I don’t remember, though that’s not surprising, considering there’s a whole flock of woodpeckers living in my skull right now, trying to drill through it. Why the hell did I drink so much? Though… an unsatisfied woman is a dangerous force. Yesterday some mutual acquaintances threw a pretty wild party after some athletes’ corporate event. Anniversary of their gym opening or something like that, I didn’t really care. I had my performance, and then our girls worked the privates with individual clients. At events like that, you can make damn good money with striptease and, let’s not pretend otherwise, get some good fucking too. Some

The boss is the boss, and I don’t really care where we go, so we head to the local park.“Alright, Kir, go run wild over there, I’ll sit on the bench. I partied hard yesterday and my head needs peace. No incidents,” I give the kid a direct instruction, and he happily runs off to the huge playground.My phone pings with a message. Ksyusha starts sending photos from last night’s event. What I really care about are the professional shots of my performance. Of course, I’ve got a social media page for my work profile, under a stage name. That’s where I get bookings for events and corporate gigs, so I need good photos for it.I got so absorbed in scrolling through the pictures and picking the best ones that I didn’t immediately notice someone had sat down next to me. And not just sat down, but I could clearly feel him drilling holes into me with his stare. God, I hate people’s shameless audacity and total disregard for personal space.I lift my chin, ready to tell someone exactly where to g