The black car rushed at a rapid speed through Moscow at night, the thoughts in the head of its driver flew just as quickly, whose mood left much to be desired.

Was he angry? Yes. Dissatisfied? Definitely. Surprised? Highly! And he could not understand why the hell he surrendered to this little bastard.

The current situation was terribly annoying. Marcus was used to being in control, but today someone from above seemed to be mocking him.

He did not understand how you can get lost with GPRS?! But it turns out that it is possible, and, as if this was not enough, someone else fit into his brand new car for complete happiness. Angry, tired and annoyed, Marcus was determined to polish the face of the idiot driver, but even then another bummer awaited him - a hysterical blonde jumped out of the Ford.

I had to pull myself together and patiently try to explain something, but the girl did not understand anything, she only panicked, which greatly amused her. Still, women are the same everywhere, you don’t even need to know the language to understand, everything is written on the face. By the way, the face is pretty nice. But this thought didn't last long. What Marcus was worried about was the police. He didn’t need it at all now, otherwise the whole rest could be sent to hell, and since he wasn’t going to do this, too much time and effort was spent on this adventure, it was necessary to somehow get out.

While he was thinking about it, another girl got out of the car. Not even a girl, a girl. Tall, thin, like a teenager, her face is completely childish. He probably would have forgotten about her at that very moment if she had not spoken to him, and with such arrogance that he immediately wanted to put her in her place. He still had the same temperament, and the girl, apparently, too.

Marcus himself did not understand at what point the girl became a girl for him, but he suddenly noted with surprise the delicate oval of the face, juicy lips, blue lakes of eyes, a luxurious mop of golden hair ... However, the most amazing sight was the reddened, doll-like cheeks after he told in what cases the girl could breathe so intermittently, dousing him with the smell of alcohol. By the way, this was the way to salvation, because he understood that both girls were in the same condition, but for some reason he was in no hurry to end the skirmish.

This "for some reason" tore his tired brain. The girl caught on something and it was not at all about her appearance, which could only be called pretty. Marcus was fed up with beauty. From the age of seventeen, he was surrounded by exceptionally beautiful, sexy girls, rapidly replacing each other in his bed. Therefore, just a pretty face could not arouse his interest. He was telling the truth: people like this girl are not objects of male sexual fantasies. Marcus saw that he had humiliated her with that confession. No matter how hard she tried to hide the insult, her eyes shone with tears. Here's just a paradox: I put her in her place, and in my head there is a kaleidoscope of pictures - she is naked, moaning, wriggling under him ...

Looks like he's finally gone crazy. It's just ridiculous! An ordinary, unremarkable girl tells him - a world-class star that He is unlikely to break something off with her and he is falling for it! Well, aren't you a moron? For a long time, after all, he had already proved everything to everyone, and was calm about all sorts of provocations, so why the hell does this cheap challenge catch him? And he clung.

He clung so that something primal, wild was bubbling inside. I wanted to primitively put the presumptuous bitch on her knees and fuck her mouth dirty. To choke, choked with saliva, but continued to suck willingly, as if his cock was the most delicious thing she had seen in this life.

No, he's still a nerd! Where does it take him? Probably, the whole thing is in a tight schedule, leaving no time for sex, or for rest, or for something personal. Hence the irritability, and lust, and in general all this nonsense.

But the train of thought was interrupted by the melodic voice of his puzzle.

- Where are we going?

Great question! Indeed, where?

- Where are we? Marcus asked dismissively.

The girl looked at him in surprise, and after a little hesitation, embarrassedly answered:

- I don't know.

- What? He raised his voice, finally tearing himself away from his thoughts.

- You are deaf? - the girl quipped, trying to see something outside the window.

Looks like she's pissed off again. Well, he'll be happy to show her who's boss.

So you don't know how to get out of here? he asked calmly, although this calmness was very difficult for him.

- Do you still have problems with your head? she sighed resignedly. - I don't even know where we are!

- Understandably. Then I ask you to get out, - he abruptly stopped the car and pointed to the door.

The girl at first looked at him incomprehensibly, and then was indignant:

- What?

Oh, he was just waiting for this question, and therefore answered with pleasure, savoring every word:

- Are you deaf?

She looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do.

- What is this, some kind of joke?

The answer was incredibly ironic.

"You've got problems with your head too, baby." We seem to have agreed: you show the way, I forgive the scratch, but in the end you navigate no better than me, then why the hell did you give up to me, and even with such ambition? Come on, get out!The girl excitedly looked out the window, beyond which nothing could be seen, and then turned her gaze to him and answered furiously:

- Go ahead, you moron!

He didn't have time to say anything to her before she jumped out of the car, slamming the door in such a fury that Marcus was shaking with rage.

Idiot! Completely freaked out, right?! If at first he just wanted to scare her so that she behaved more politely, now let him roll on all four sides - he has fewer problems.

Sharply pressing on the gas, he rushed off, not knowing where. We should find out the address where he is at all, and then somehow find this fucking apartment. But Anna was the only one on the mind.

Anya! He started calling her by her first name. However, what's the difference? You can't leave a girl alone in an unfamiliar lane at night. And she will definitely answer for the idiot.

With such thoughts, Marcus turned back. The girl just stood there, where he dropped her off, confused and frightened, so there was no need to persuade or say anything at all. Apparently, she sobered up a bit, and her brains started to work. Marcus barely suppressed a chuckle when he heard a polite:

- What do we do? I'm really badly oriented in Moscow, non-local.

He did not answer, he just drove to the store, which he noticed, returning for this fool and told her to ask the seller how to get to the right address. Fortunately, she carried out his order without wrangling and unnecessary words.

An hour later they were already in a luxurious apartment. Exhausted and tired, Marcus immediately headed to the bedroom. Throwing off his sweatshirt, he sank onto the bed with a blissful groan. Probably, he would have fallen asleep like that, but the bewildered girl wrinkling on the threshold acted on her nerves.

"I left my purse with a friend," she announced when he sighed heavily and looked at her.

- Why am I not surprised?

She was about to say something, but Marcus did not have the strength to participate in another skirmish. All he wanted was to finally sleep. The flight and the search for the damned apartment exhausted him to the point of impossibility, therefore, he interrupted the verbal flow ready to fall upon him with a gesture.

- So, like this: all the problems tomorrow, now I'm going to bed. If you don't like it, you know where the door is.

-But…

- No "buts", the question is closed. Lie down, there's room enough for two. We'll decide everything tomorrow.

The girl was clearly dumbfounded by such a proposal and looked at him with a frightened look. Perhaps the situation was strange, but not frightening. After all, he's not going to rape her or touch her at all. Although at some point a crazy idea to pass the night pleasantly slipped into his head, but Marcus immediately rejected it, looking into the childish face. Surely the girl is a virgin, and he only lacked this smut for a complete set.

The girl hesitated for a few minutes, and then, apparently realizing that being on the street at three in the morning without money was not the best idea, she cautiously approached the bed and lay as far away from him as possible, which Marcus was pretty amused.

Well, you have to. It turns out that such prudes still exist in the world. The man smiled and turned off the light. After a while, the girl turned to face him and quietly asked:

-Where are you from?

Marcus was already falling asleep, so he answered in a sleepy voice:

- Are you really interested?

- Probably not, just ... - the girl swallowed nervously. “It's just, it's all so weird. I do not know you at all, the situation seems somehow incomprehensible. I'm not one of those girls who jump into a car with strangers.

Is he surprised by her confession? Yes and no. Marcus knew she wasn't "like that," but suddenly he wondered what had driven her to this reckless step.

“I want to apologize for everything I said in a fit of unreasonable anger,” she continued her attempts to explain. I don't know what came over me, this is the first time this has happened to me. I am a non-confrontational person. Maybe I just can't drink. She chuckled, he couldn't help but chuckle. “I got into your car because…” She trailed off and sighed heavily.

Marcus himself seemed to freeze. It was the strangest conversation he had ever had with a woman. Usually, in such situations, no one ever tries to figure something out. Everyone is trying to make such incidents look like an exciting adventure, and this naive fool is puffing up something. For some reason, Marcus was touched, causing an uncontrollable wave of tenderness. So funny, still small, stupid ... He smiled at his thoughts and decided to make the task easier for the girl.

- Sleep. I realized that you were just stupid.

"Thank you," she whispered timidly, and with a sigh of relief she turned away. He could not sleep for a long time, trying to understand what he had gotten himself into. And the fact that he got involved - there was no doubt.

In the morning, he did not immediately understand where and with whom he was. Opening his eyes, his breath was taken from the picture that presented itself. The girl sleeping next to her shone under the morning rays of the sun: her hair shimmered with golden highlights, her lips were slightly open, like fresh rosebuds, her eyelashes trembled with black wings. Fresh, young, innocent, like an angel. But, despite the emotion, Marcus felt a surge of keen desire, and when the girl pressed closer to his hips, he almost groaned. The scent of jasmine emanating from her hair drove him crazy. Involuntarily, he clung to her and, as deeply as possible, inhaled the inviting smell, feeling like a cretin. He couldn’t understand, since when did he start looking at girls who can hardly be called beautiful?! However, it was specifically in this girl.

He liked her, attracted by something so much that he wanted to spit on everything: stop philosophizing about the vagaries of fate, his feelings, emotions. To be an ordinary guy who met a lovely girl and enjoy her company.

But then, very inopportunely, he woke up, or rather, resurrected his miserable conscience, whispering that it was worth thinking about the girl, because she was honest with him, and he was going to blatantly lie to her. Only this voice was too quiet compared to the habit of self-indulgence. And Marcus wanted this girl, he wanted very much and was not going to deny himself. After all, two non-committal weeks would not harm either of them. And why the hell not? After all, he came here to relax and have fun, and not bother about incomprehensible, even to himself, garbage.

He was distracted from his idiotic thoughts by the vibrating phone in his pocket. His agent called, but Marscus easily declined the call, and whistled merrily, finding fifty-six missed calls from him, a bunch more from various people, and thirty-two from Lauren.

The fry has gone. This amused him, especially when he imagined how furious the Panther would have been, find out that an ordinary girl occupied his thoughts more often in one day than she did in the entire six months of their relationship.

But laughter is laughter, and his iridescent mood was made possible thanks to Lauren. So Marcus decided to call her back.

- Marcus! Oh God, I called you so many times, I almost killed that donkey who was supposed to meet you! she screamed worriedly into the phone.

- Lori, it's all right. Calm down, I was just sleeping. You remind me of my mother now.

He did not talk about his adventures and meetings. I just didn't think it was necessary. She, meanwhile, completely poured out the stream of her experiences.

Marcus, I miss you terribly. When will we be able to meet? Today I have a couple of appointments and a concert in the evening, but at noon I am free for a couple of hours. What do you say?

Marcus hesitated to answer, he did not want to part with Anya so quickly, but decided that it was better to cool down a little, so he agreed to a meeting.

When he finished the conversation, Anya had already woken up and frozen on the threshold of the bedroom, looking at him with the same confused look as the day before.

- Good morning, sleepyhead, - smiled Marcus, turning on the coffee machine.

The girl smiled shyly in response, which caused charming dimples to appear on her cheeks.

- Kind. Have you been awake for a long time?

- A long time ago, you owe me breakfast for such a long wait.

- You didn't sell out? Breakfast is a mere trifle for such heroism, she jokingly retorted, trying to untangle her hair with her fingers.

He smiled at her with his trademark, mischievous smile.

- But I did not announce the whole list of my desires.

The girl rolled her eyes derisively and theatrically proclaimed:

- Oh, well, then I feel, I will not cry to the grave!

Marcus felt funny, because Anya was not far from the truth, considering only his salary as a football player, which is two hundred thousand euros a week. If you do the calculations, then every minute of his was paid at twenty euros, and since he waited about two and a half hours, the girl owed him about three thousand.

- I think we can agree. Winking, he consoled her.

“Really,” she retorted sarcastically, becoming simply unbearably pretty.

He grinned impudently, and approaching her almost close, ironically remarked:

It looks like we're back to where we started. Do you want to apologize again?

"I don't think so," she snapped.

"You can't get away with breakfast, baby." Don't even dream, - he whispered, looking intently at her lips so wet and inviting that he instinctively reached out to the girl, not noticing how she turned deathly pale. At the same moment, the coffee machine finished its work, and the silence that became deafening destroyed the intimate atmosphere. Marcus backed away from Anya, only now noticing the fright in her eyes. It surprised and hurt him.

Who the hell does she take him for?! Does he look like a rapist?

What did she think of herself anyway? However, he himself is good: revolves around this provincial woman, like a brainless donkey!

With a face twisted with annoyance, he announced that he was going to take a shower and quickly left the kitchen so as not to say too much.

For half an hour, the irritation subsided, and it even became funny. Marcus returned in a calm mood, and having felt the magnificent smell of food, he finally cooled down. He was surprised that the girl managed to order breakfast during this time. But the picture that opened up to his eyes knocked him out: a thin figure in an apron, conjuring at the stove, was something unimaginable. No woman except his mother and sisters cooked for him. This, of course, was not required, but it was so ... He did not know what word to choose for this aching sensation, and at the same time he was horrified. Lord, what kind of life does he have, since such trifles cause delight ?!Thoughts immediately broke off when Anna turned around and froze with a spoon in her hands, looking at his naked torso. She looked with such a hot look that the blood in the veins began to boil. Marcus knew the effect of his sculpted and beefy body. But only Anya managed to evoke a response from him. He looked into her eyes burning with excitement and imagined how he bends over the bar, pulls off her jeans and panties, and then begins to slowly fuck, walking with a red-hot palm along her round, small ass.

From the pictures that appeared before the mind's eye, the erection was not long in coming, and to hide it, Marcus hurried to the table.

- I hope you managed to see everything, because I intend to sit down. I think the view is not very good because of the bar,” he said mockingly, enjoying watching the girl’s skin flush with shame, and her eyes begin to nervously dart around the room, stopping at anything but him.

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly. - For the first time I could see you better.

- And How? Marcus was amused.

- Well ... - she hesitated, smiling slyly.

What's with the "well"?! - he was jokingly indignant.

- I'm just trying to find words so as not to offend you.

- Liar. You couldn't take your eyes off. I've already thought about calling 911.

- Nightmarish arrogance! she exclaimed in mock horror.

Breakfast was held in a relaxed atmosphere of jokes, laughter and constant banter with each other. Marcus couldn't remember the last time he had such a fun time. And he never ceased to be surprised that an inexperienced girl excites him with her innocent look much more than the most chic woman with sophisticated caresses! It was beyond his understanding and puzzled, so when she said that it was time for her to return home, he was even glad.

Marcus dressed quickly and took her where she pointed. In the car, they practically did not talk, both arrived in deep thought. Everything was too strange and incomprehensible. It would be worth it now to just say goodbye and forget this idiotic acquaintance, but for some reason I didn’t want to. When Marcus stopped the car near the dorm, the girl bit her lower lip and hesitated, daring to say something, but not daring, she turned away to leave. Not knowing what he was doing, he abruptly grabbed her hand. Unable to resist, Anya fell right on top of him, imprinting her fragile body into his stone chest. Their faces were inches apart. The man and the girl breathed excitedly until Marcus finally found the strength to speak instead of kissing her:

- Wanted to run away? But what about debt?

"I thought my services were no longer required," she whispered, glaring at him.

- You are mistaken, Anya, as you need it, - he answered in the same whisper.

She only nodded and tried to pull away, he let go, realizing with his excited mind that it was not worth rushing her. A minute later, the girl punched her number into his phone.

- This is my number. Goodbye, Mark.

She looked into his eyes and seemed to turn the soul with her open and honest look of a woman-child.

- Goodbye, Anya, - he answered, and when she was already walking to the doors of the hostel, he quietly added to himself. - I'll call.

Rushing back, he was so absorbed in thoughts about this girl, who over the past day plunged him into an abyss of crazy emotions, that when he flew into the apartment, he did not immediately understand what Lauren was doing in it. But he came to his senses in time, before he was overcome with anger.

In general, he was in such an excited state that, leaving all the talk for later, he attacked her like a hungry beast.

He furiously crushed her full lips, caressed her unceremoniously, impudently even rudely. The girl was both pleased and amazed at such pressure. Marcus was an amazing lover, but he was never rude. Although, perhaps, she liked this animal passion much more than the usual caresses.

The man carried her to the kitchen and seated her on the table, never stopping tormenting her mouth with his: either painfully biting her lips with his teeth, or softly touching them with his tongue.

Then, sharply lifting her skirt and pushing her panties, he began to caress the most sensitive place, but feeling that she had been ready for a long time, he quickly put on a condom and entered her with a powerful blow, pulling out a long moan. He moved furiously and quickly, causing her to scream with pleasure and leave scratches on his back. They quickly reached an enchanting climax, and now they were breathing heavily, coming to their senses.

- Fuck off! What was it now? Lauren exclaimed, stretching like a well-fed cat as he moved away to pour himself some water.

-Did you not like it? he replied casually.

- I liked it, of course.

Marcus did not answer, only snickered with an expression on his face - well, still!

“But, to be honest, I felt like a whore in an alley serving a client,” the girl laughed, straightening her clothes.

"I'm sorry," Marcus said without regret, draining his glass in greedy sips.

-And you? Lauren whispered languidly. - Did you imagine anything?- Nothing. I just missed you, - he brazenly lied, not wanting to touch on a sensitive topic, as before his eyes stood a tall, thin girl with huge sky-colored eyes and charming dimples on pink cheeks, eclipsing one of the most chic, sexy girls with her gentle smile and childish spontaneity. and beautiful women in the world.

And yes, on this table, feeling like a dirty, depraved animal, he had sex not with Lauren Mason, but with this girl! This wild passion and desire was intended for her, and the rudeness is different, because she was not for her.