Lauren Mason was almost asleep when her chauffeur announced that they had already reached the hotel. Having driven the remnants of sleep and fatigue from her face, the girl put herself in order and, with a dazzling smile, got out of the car.

She knew how to be charming and unique, the audience loved her, and she loved this universal adoration, admiration and admiration. She has been used to this since childhood. The only daughter of one of the richest people in America, she has always been in the spotlight. As a child, it was given by itself, having matured, Lauren became a star

show business. Of course, her father played a significant role in this, but still no one argued that her voice was amazing. When Lauren sang, goosebumps ran down the skin. She loved to sing - it gave her unique emotions, which until recently she lacked. But it never upset her. The girl always knew what she wanted from life and always got it. Soulfulness and melancholy were not peculiar to her. And yet, the feminine principle could not be drowned out, and more recently it has not ceased to declare itself. The fault of this excessive sensitivity was a man. Previously, men: their admiration and admiration were just one more proof of her irresistibility. But that was before ... Now everything has changed almost in the opposite direction, although she did her best to hide it. First from myself, not believing attributing it to great sex and a completely natural interest when it comes to the real legend of sports, which Markus Berket has already become. But interest intensified and became a need. Lauren realized that it was pointless to continue to say that all this meant nothing. Her condition screamed that now she cannot live as before. What did it mean? The girl was afraid of the answer, because he completely crossed out her former life.

Just one word. But this word deprived of freedom, reason and peace. But what's the word? If the feeling beneath it engulfed her entire being. Of course, Lauren's love bore the imprint of her nature, and therefore was selfish and very painful. Loving a man who didn't have half of those feelings was painful. Lauren was going crazy, but there was no way she was going to let go of Marcus Burket so easily. Oh no! This man will still say his "I love you." She will get it by any means! Even if you have to close your eyes to a lot, which she did now, sitting after a shower in her suite.

The girl clutched a magazine with restrained fury, from the cover of which the object of her desires and feelings smiled at her.

“... I have been married to my work for a long time, and she is a demanding and jealous lady, so I am even afraid to consider other options.”

Lauren frantically flipped through the magazine until she found the right page and started reading the interview. “Today we will meet with the best scorer in the history of football, the idol of boys, youths, men, and, of course, the favorite of women - Markus Berket. I am sitting at a table waiting. No, Marcus is not late, our team just arrived earlier and now everyone is worried: men from seeing their favorite player, women from meeting one of the sexiest men. When the voices stopped in the restaurant, we realized that our guest had arrived. He, as always, is irresistible, punctual, polite: he answers visitors' questions, smiles. On the way to us, he was attacked by a boy of eleven years old, Marcus is talking to him animatedly, giving an autograph, and having patted his head, moves towards us. Sheer charm, no pomposity! That's why we love you, Marcus!"

“Yes, the golden boy is charming, but not as simple as you all think,” Laura chuckled, continuing to read on. “He orders orange juice. We start the conversation after Marcus has chatted with the guys, and I, and probably many women, have adjusted the pulse.

- Markus, how does it feel to be the best player for the third time in a row?

- Become the best - not the most difficult. The difficulty lies in keeping the rank, so the third time is difficult.

- What exactly is the difficulty?

- In the most ordinary thing. Imagine that you have been working for a long time to achieve a certain goal. Reached. What will you do next?

- Probably rest.

- That's the whole point. You can't relax, especially in football, otherwise you will lose your status.

Are you saying you don't rest at all?

- No, rest is completely different, I'm talking about the mood. You can’t feel that here it is - the limit and you can now give yourself a descent - this is a mistake. You need to work on yourself even when you are the best. Success is a thing that comes and goes, but you can hold onto it if you don't turn your nose up too much and keep plowing.

- Aren't you bullying?

- Yes, I, too, of course, not without sin, sometimes I notice signs of star fever, but I try to slow myself down. I'm not sure if it's good, but I'm trying, honestly.

We laugh.

- Marcus, you are the dream of a huge number of girls. And you are often seen with different representatives of the fair sex, but how about a serious step?

-A serious step involves a wedding?

-Yes.

- Well, I've been married to my job for a long time, and she is a demanding and jealous lady, so I'm even afraid to consider other options.

- What about your relationship with Lauren Mason? Many people think that you are an amazing couple and are very suitable for each other. Rumor has it that an important event is coming up in your life.

- Yes? Well, maybe a holiday together in Bali is an important event. And Lauren is a gorgeous woman, worthy, if not the best, then one of the best.

- What? - cried Lauren - you son of a bitch! I deserve only the best, not one of them. And you will be mine, you bastard!

She was so furious that the maid who came in half an hour later found the room in ruins. The girl looked at the opened picture with shock, but a sharp cry brought her out of her stupor.

- What stood up like an idol? Get out of here quickly! I'll be in the bathroom, don't disturb me!

The girl only nodded after the departing blonde.

Lauren needed to calm down quickly before she did something stupid. Hands and itched to call Marcus and send his regal person to hell. But she understood that if she gave vent to her pride and emotions, she would lose him, and that would be like death. "God, well, why is he? Why not my next fan? Why, your mother?" the girl sobbed in impotent fury, forcing herself to bend and adjust, realizing that it would be better to let such a breakdown with him than oppressive emptiness and pain without him .

After filling the bath with water and adding lavender oil, Lauren poured herself a glass of wine and began to gradually calm down and gain clarity of thought. An hour later, thawed with hot water and wine, she finally calmed down and called the cause of her problems.

Marcus Berket was finishing his dinner when his cell phone rang. The man was ready to drown himself or drown his agent, if it turned out to be him. Over the past week, Marcus was so tired of all the fuss: journalists, filming, negotiations, so a quiet dinner was an extraordinary gift that someone was trying to spoil. Marcus was surprised and intrigued when the name Lauren Mason flashed on the displays. But picking up the phone, he hid his emotions behind a casual tone.

- Hi baby. What's the matter? he asked in English, which he spoke perfectly, although the accent betrayed his Portuguese roots. Everyone considered it a charming highlight, including Lauren.

- Marcus, you are straightforward as usual, - he heard Mason's chest laugh. - And the thing is that with these tours I missed a normal interlocutor so much that I feel like a Neanderthal. Do you have time to chat? - kindly asked the girl.

Marcus chuckled - "Tactful, sly bitch." But these were not evil thoughts, he liked Lauren, he respected her assertiveness, determination, directness and pride. Panther, as they called her in society. Only he noticed long ago that with him she became a docile cat. So helpful and even unobtrusive. He mentally applauded her, but he never flattered himself about it. He knew that as soon as the girl received his ring, she would immediately show her claws. Yes, she was an amazing woman. Beautiful, talented, rich, smart. Strong personality. But he was always missing something in her. He was not a romantic, but he still remembered what his family was like when his father was alive. I remember warmth, support, love. He knew for sure that if he married Lauren, he would get a woman to match himself. It would be a strong, mutually beneficial alliance. Union, but not family! Maybe, only ordinary people have access to such family happiness with love and warmth, and the elite are obliged to enter into marriages of pure calculation. To argue like this, of course, is cynical, but truthful, although there have been exceptions. Marcus really wanted to become one of them, and therefore he was in no hurry to tie himself up with a profitable marriage. But he did not stop relations with Panther, after all, she was a unique girl, he was interested and easy with her, he was amused by her hunting for him. Perhaps he will marry her someday. In the meantime, he is only twenty-eight, he will have time. Grinning, Marcus returned to the conversation. and therefore he was in no hurry to tie himself to a profitable marriage. But he did not stop relations with Panther, after all, she was a unique girl, he was interested and easy with her, he was amused by her hunting for him. Perhaps he will marry her someday. In the meantime, he is only twenty-eight, he will have time. Grinning, Marcus returned to the conversation. and therefore he was in no hurry to tie himself to a profitable marriage. But he did not stop relations with Panther, after all, she was a unique girl, he was interested and easy with her, he was amused by her hunting for him. Perhaps he will marry her someday. In the meantime, he is only twenty-eight, he will have time. Grinning, Marcus returned to the conversation.

- I myself am here in such a fuss, I am glad to anyone who is not a journalist, and even more so, an agent. To be honest, I'd love to run away early to get some rest.

- Oh, as I understand you, three more weeks to wait! And for sure we will not be left alone on vacation. And you know, a crazy idea has just slipped through my head, - the girl said with enthusiasm.

- Well, lay it out, - Marcus even caught fire. He was so tired of the hype surrounding him that he was ready for any adventure, just to escape for a while from the hell called "the life of a famous football player." Of course, it was possible to go to his mother, but he would hardly have rested there. Lauren continued:

- In ten days I'm flying to Russia on tour and I thought that we could fly there together. More precisely, I could buy you a ticket to Moscow with an open date, and you would join me. You're not going anywhere, especially if you give a couple of thousand to the airline staff. Well, cover your face to be sure and, the escape is a success! In Russia, no one will think to look for you. I will register you in the name of my driver in a modest hotel, and you will rest, even feel like a simple person. Well, how? Just don't laugh!

Marcus thought the idea was pure madness, but for some reason he wanted to embark on this crazy adventure. It was a nice change from everyday boredom.

- You know... Why not? Take a ticket and rent a car. Just some average and better rent me an apartment, there are too many curious people in the hotel, and I want to plunge into the life of an ordinary guy. I'll fool around for two weeks, and you'll just finish the tour, then we'll go to Bali. I have only one question: what benefits does our kitty get from all this undertaking?

Lauren laughed slyly and replied:

- Well, maybe the cat sometimes wants to run into the apartment to one simple guy. She has never had ordinary guys in her lovers.

-Then it's time to diversify your life.

- You're right, I'll let you know when everything is ready, hang on for another week. Kiss you dear.

- Adeus, Laurie. I'll be waiting for your call. - Marcus ended the conversation in a great mood. He had not done anything crazy for a long time, a little boy woke up in him, who really wanted to have fun. Only after a week and a half in the cycle of affairs, Marcus completely forgot about this adventure, and when Lauren, he wanted to refuse, but at the last second something prevented him from doing so. This "something" occupied his thoughts while he flew to Moscow, but he never came to anything concrete. Some man met him at the airport, gave him a power of attorney and the keys to the car and apartment. Leaving the airport, Marcus pulled on the hood of a navy blue sweatshirt and put on his glasses. He tried to dress as inconspicuously as possible: cream trousers, white sneakers and a white and blue T-shirt. The clothes were simple, discreet, but tasteful, otherwise he did not know how. He turned out to be an ordinary guy with a good income. In the parking lot, he smiled when he saw the Audi Q7. Marcus did not indicate any preference for choosing a car, but Lauren seemed to know that this car would be to his liking. Of course, she was rustic for him, but still Marcus understood that the model was from the category slightly above average. And yet, what's the difference? So, he will be a person from a slightly higher class. Why not? Satisfied and at the same time tired, Markus entered the address of the apartment into the GPRS and drove along the specified route. that the model is from the category slightly above the average. And yet, what's the difference? So, he will be a person from a slightly higher class. Why not? Satisfied and at the same time tired, Markus entered the address of the apartment into the GPRS and drove along the specified route. that the model is from the category slightly above the average. And yet, what's the difference? So, he will be a person from a slightly higher class. Why not? Satisfied and at the same time tired, Markus entered the address of the apartment into the GPRS and drove along the specified route.