Chapter 2

Zimin chuckled.

“But you don’t need to protect yourself,” he said directly and without embarrassment. - I don't like rubber bands.

Olga flushed.

- Goodbye.

She got up and walked away, but he deftly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him. From the jerk, the woman almost fell and was forced to lean on his shoulders. She suddenly felt how intimate what was happening. His face is against her stomach, just below her breasts. Hot breath penetrated the velvet of the dress… Oh! Between the thighs, everything suddenly tensed and clenched into a tight ball of desire.

“Stay,” he said, and lifted his face. - You will not regret.

- Do you promise? she asked softly, looking into his eyes.

- I give you my word.

***

The waiter brought coffee. While they were drinking, the attorney reported to Zimin how everything was going.

- All is ready.

“Excellent,” the chief praised for his quickness. - How much time is left?

- Half an hour.

There was a thin folder on the table, delivered from their firm's internal security team. Miroslav did not even hide from the woman what exactly he was reading. The photo in the file was her old, for documents. And on them, as you know, no one turns out well. Olga was dressed in a business suit, with slicked-back hair and strict rectangular-rimmed glasses.

- Is that really you? he smiled.

No, my twin sister.

He was incredibly surprised. Expected everyone, but that such! She was a press secretary at the CHOP. Not a cop, of course, without a title, but still ... Usually Miroslav "Winter" Zimin avoided contact with the police. And she turned out to be a little older than he expected, looking at her. Just five years younger than him. Perhaps because at the moment when she was photographed, she was serious and collected, as before the fight.

- Will they give me the same? Olga joked, pointing to the folder.

Coffee with three tablespoons of sugar played its part. Usually she did not allow herself this, she took care of her figure. Caffeine and glucose entered the bloodstream, and life seemed much better.

“No,” the man chuckled. – What would you like to know? Ask while there is time.

- Who are you?

- Miroslav Ivanovich Zimin, one thousand nine hundred and seventy-seventh year of birth. Businessman and philanthropist.

- What kind of?

- Consulting, leasing, your own pocket bank and shares in large retail chains - all little by little. sweepstakes. Sport.

And then it dawned on her who it was. This is the organizer and one of the sponsors of mixed martial arts fights in the "octagon"! God, just recently she was drying her hair, and her ... her ex ... In general, he watched the news and told her about the latest competitions. Some of the guys I knew participated in a duel there. Andrei said something unflattering about the organizer, but Olga could not remember what exactly. Then it was uninteresting to her and passed in the background.

– Octagon! - she exclaimed. - It is you?

- You. We are on you, - the man corrected. - Yes I. The name is heard. Have you ever gone to a competition?

She shook her head.

“We must go,” he said.

Miroslav imagined how it would be. She is in a haute couture dress so that everyone can see what kind of wife Zima has. And he's around. I wonder if she'll like it when she sees guys hitting each other in the ring? Or frown in disgust? He will look at her face, not at the fighters. It will be interesting to study your new acquisition.

“Time to go,” he said, glancing at his watch. - Are you ready?

- Yes.

***

Later, she also said yes. Agree. In sorrow and in joy, in wealth and in poverty. Until death do them part.

I didn't think her wedding would be like this. On her finger was not a simple wedding ring, but a De Beers masterpiece of white gold studded with diamond chips. The unpleasant thought stabbed that the ring was meant for someone else. She froze with a man's ring in her hands. It was much easier. Just smooth metal.

- Something is wrong? Zimin asked, noticing her confusion.

- Ring.

He understood what she meant and chuckled.

- New, the attorney ordered to buy while we were having dinner.

- Good.

- Well! he hurried.

She touched his hand to put on the ring, and it was like an electric shock. All. That's it. Forever or temporarily? Let's see. Whatever it was - whim, caprice or passion - it brought them together. Just being abandoned and alone is not enough to get along.

The photographer fussed around to capture the most interesting moments, from the words of consent and promises of fidelity to the signature in the marriage register.

- You can kiss the bride.

It was like a lightning strike. Olga staggered, and the man, or rather her husband, supported her. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other rested on her bare shoulders in the neckline of her dress. He kissed her not with restraint, as it should be in public, but very intimately. It was a deep, hot, mature kiss. Everything is serious and real. At that moment, she finally believed that at night he would have sex with her, and all this is not just words. Miroslav wanted her. And she. Oh my God! She wanted him to death too.

The witness and the witness, extremely pleased with something, looked at each other and smiled. As soon as it was over, they rushed to congratulate the newlyweds.

- Champagne? Michael asked laughing.

- Yes thank you.

A golden stream of foam hit the tall glass. Olga took a sip, then another. I drank it, and my head immediately began to rustle. The champagne went to my head. It's too late to regret. There is no way back, the deed is done. Now only “divorce and maiden name”, if she suddenly gets cold feet at the last moment, changes her mind and runs away.

The dream didn't end. She never woke up.

All this was real.

She is married.

***

We did not go to his house, as expected, but to the hotel. And not on a white hired limousine, but on a Gelendvagen. Olga, of course, had a chance to ride on such cars, but only once. She drew two conclusions. High suspension, difficult to climb, especially in a tight dress and high heels. And the second — the car is just a beast!

The witnesses were driving a real Jeep Rubicon with an attorney. She didn't have to ride it. OK. Down and Out trouble started.

“They feed us well here too.”

- Like? Miroslav smiled contentedly, noticing her interest.

Dads love cars. And the guys in the cars. He understood this when, in his youth, he got himself a terribly battered Muscovite with a radiogram inside. In an instant, he became the coolest guy in the area.

- I have not decided yet.

- Shall we take a test drive?

“Mm…” she managed.

For some reason, when talking about a test drive, all thoughts were not about the car, but about it. Soon there will be such a drive! Mama mia. What to do? What to grab onto? How to pull yourself together? She worries like an inexperienced virgin before her first sex.

“Wait a minute,” said the husband. - Raise your hand.

He grabbed the mount and helped her buckle her seatbelt, then pulled away. The car swallowed miles of the highway. Slav, and she decided to call him that, turned on some music. Beats, beats... Lyrical rap. Does he like this kind of music? She, too, though. But in the mood. She usually preferred jazz and glam rock.

A nasty autumn rain has begun. They finished on time. Olga thought that without an umbrella, water would get on her hair, and they would begin to curl even more. There is no rescue. She had to straighten her curls every morning with a brush and hair dryer, and sometimes even a flat iron, so that her head did not look like a crow's nest.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

How he, however, sensitively listens to her condition. Marvelous. Okay, he'll see for himself soon enough. Her ex teased her all the time watching her fight with her hair, but nature wins every time.

"Not to think".

She will not think about Andrei Rudnitsky. It's good that he and Zimin are complete opposites. Heaven and earth! The former was a slender and athletic blond, while the current one is a strong, tall brunette. All the better. It will be easier to forget and erase any memory of the traitor. This is her antidote.

“We have arrived,” Miroslav said. - I'll help you now.

He realized in time that it would be difficult for her to get out, walked around the car and extended his hand to the woman. No, not a woman - a wife. You have to get used to the idea that he finally settled down.

Olga stepped down and he picked her up in his arms. So he would have informed, showing off, to the entrance to the Baltschug, but the woman protested, and he let her go. She covered her hair with her hands. Useless! Wet.

"It's all gone, boss!"

- Let's go inside!

She picked up the hem of her dress so as not to interfere with walking, and ran forward. They flew into the hall, and then the rose hairpin clicked and flew off to the side. The curls, which were unable to contain the hairpins, scattered over the swarthy honey-colored shoulders. The woman touched the elastic strand and suddenly burst out laughing. Miroslav froze. It was the first time he saw her laughing.

- God, again. A catastrophe, - through laughter and snorting Olga squeezed out.

She clung to the man and buried herself in his chest. His lips parted slowly into a smile. So they were found by witnesses. Mikhail said that he and Nadya were going "to the tavern" and then "to the rooms." Here it is in that order.

“Nadya, you are incorrigible,” Olga laughed again.

“What am I, I’m fine,” the blonde shot her eyes again in the direction of the witness. - Really, Misha?

He already has Misha. Now that's progress! Just by leaps and bounds.

"You are on the right path, comrades."

Interestingly, does the man know that the girl has an impressive dowry - three sons from previous marriages? And, by the way, this is not a hindrance to the novel now. Only marriage. Not everyone dares to take a lady "with a trailer." But, knowing her friend, Olga was sure that no later than six months later, the man would be in the registry office hand in hand with Nadia, not understanding how this happened. Is she a sport or something?

The solicitor entered the hall and two thugs in dark suits. "Two from the casket, identical from the face." Oh! So, it didn't seem to her that an escort car followed them all the time - a black SUV. Security, right? From whom, I wonder, are they protecting? Olga looked inquiringly at Miroslav, but he pretended that nothing was happening.

– Are we going? the man hurried.

It was impatient, and he was well aware of it. It hasn't happened to him in a while. Usually, it was only necessary to achieve a woman, and boredom set in. But they themselves are to blame. Fall into hands like ripe pears. No intrigue. Interest quickly disappears. Under the guise of a socialite, a fashion model or a business madam, lurked a pitiful, greedy for attention, devoid of pride female.

Babs are women. You can't change the inside. Real women among them were extremely rare.

They were already waiting at the front desk. The newlyweds were immediately escorted to their suite. The administrator was previously warned. Only no one said that the bride would be different. The room featured a huge inflatable heart with the inscription: "Miroslav & Lilia = LOVE."

Olga froze on the threshold. It was as if she had been doused in an icy shower. She took a different place. And this man too. They are two halves of a broken whole. Will they suit each other?

"Don't worry," Zimin said.

He suddenly picked her up in his arms and carried her over the threshold. The woman didn't even remember. Just gasped, and he had already put her back on the floor. Zimin went to the huge panoramic window and opened it. Having untied the rope that held the “heart” filled with helium, he pushed the balloon out into the street.

- Now it is better?

Olga nodded. Much, much better! She looked around. Suite for newlyweds. Like in the movies. Even better, because not on the screen, but in real life. A bottle of champagne awaits in a silver ice bucket at the table. She came and read. "Moe Shado"! She was at social events when she worked part-time in a yellow rag. They also poured this insanely expensive fizz there. She liked Veuve Clicquot better. But don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Both of these are an unaffordable luxury.

On the table lay a dish of fresh chocolate-covered strawberries.

"And that's it?" she wondered.

There was a knock on the door. Miroslav opened the door and a waiter came in and set the table. He deftly, without explosions, opened the champagne and silently left with the cart.

Modest dinner. Basically, only snacks for drinks - some strange cheeses, nuts and fruits.

- Will you?

- Probably not. Later, she replied.

It's just delaying the inevitable, isn't it? The husband poured champagne into two glasses and handed one of them to Olga.

- For us?

- For us.

***

Zimin picked her up again. He picked it up easily, like a feather, although it was not at all small. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. The mattress easily and almost silently sagged, taking the shape of the body. It must be great to make love like this.

Although ... What kind of love is there? Just sex. Walking. Beside. Closer... Even closer... Undresses and from this it becomes even sexier.

Not the slightest hesitation or fuss. She just takes off her clothes and she sits and watches. And she wants to touch these cast muscles and scars - from where, by the way? - and to tanned skin, covered where necessary with dark hairs. The holiday summer tan has not yet come off.

And when he got rid of everything, including socks and "boxers", and remained naked, she suddenly closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment. Now only a rumor gave an idea of ​​what was happening. He comes up and stands next to her - so close that Olga feels the slight scent of cologne and the heat emanating from his body. A light kiss on the lips is replaced by a deep one, with a play of tongues, so that breathing is briefly interrupted. A strong hand wraps around her shoulders, preventing her from moving away. Yes, she doesn't want to.

Continuations. Yes! She wants him to go on and do whatever he wants with her.

- How is it filmed? he suddenly asked, and Olga opened her eyes.

Miroslav was already ready to tear the dress from impatience. He decided whether to ruin the rags, or simply lift the skirts up to get to the most intimate. But for the sake of decency, he asked anyway. After all, the wedding night and all that...

“Here,” she answered in a whisper, almost silently, and showed exactly where the hidden lightning was hiding.

The dress opened like a case, releasing a naked, as in the day of creation, and equally beautiful woman. Zimin even held his breath for a moment. In the groin, everything was petrified and tense with excitement.

- Well, how? She arched an eyebrow and smiled ironically.

It was a defensive reaction, and he, fortunately, understood this. Not flirting, just defensive. She was afraid of him. Or were you afraid he wouldn't like it? In vain. He liked what he saw very, very much.

She was as perfect under the dress as she was in it. A full size 2 chest stood high, needing no support from the fishnet strapless bra he quickly discarded. The skin of a shade of light honey is tender, like velvet. He ran his hands over and made sure that it was.

Her hair tickled her shoulders, spilling over them in tight spirals. The man wrapped one jet-black curl around his finger and tugged lightly, all to get her attention. Olga, who until then had listened to herself in a detached way, looked at him in surprise.

- What kind of kindergarten? she asked.

"Children's time is long over," he chuckled.

The man continued to study what he got today. The waist is so thin, and he can wrap his arms around her, so that his fingers almost close behind her back. And in contrast, a rounded and elastic ass. The lace panties got in the way and he pulled them off. Now order! Over thin stockings thought a little and left.

Kiss on the neck and below. The woman shuddered, not from fear, but from anticipation. The tops of the nipples hardened. She leaned back, and only a large man's hand under the shoulder blades did not let her fall. Miroslav dug a kiss into her chest.

- Glory ... Glory!

The caress was sudden. With one hand he ran over his flat stomach, circled his navel, went down and penetrated his fingers into the hollow between her legs. It was hot and humid there. She has long been ready to accept him, she is simply languishing with impatience, like him.

Having knocked over Olga on the sheets, the man settled down between her thighs. At first, out of habit, he wanted to put on an "elastic band", and then he remembered what she had said and forgot about it. ... la! Impossible to stop. The tower is simply demolished.

He is inside.

With one smooth push, he penetrated inside, entered to the bottom, stretching and filling to the limit. Olga stifled a groan and dug her fingers into his shoulders. She wished she hadn't asked earlier what size he was. Though I thought it was a big one. He seems to have everything big.

– Slav… Oh…

She shifted, trying to adjust to this intrusion.

- Hush hush. Relax.

It is easy to say when there is an outsider, almost unfamiliar man between your legs and in you. Gradually she got used to it. The bosom throbbed where he pressed against her. Every movement was felt from the breath.

“Come on,” he said. - Everything already.

Well, yes, everything. Lord, everything! She is ready to accept it. Measured shocks pierce to the limit. Embracing him with her legs and crossing her feet behind the man's back, Olga gave herself to him without a trace. Raising himself on his elbows so as not to press, he accelerated his movements, literally hammering her into the mattress.

- Ltd!

Rudeness down there, inside - and caress from above, where he gently kisses her on the lips. Tenderness down there, where his fingers are circling - and the roughness of deep kisses. And again, and again. The woman twists in his arms and moans in pleasure and pain, but it's sweet pain and she doesn't mind. Her short nails dig into the man's back.

He felt good as never before. Previously, he usually used protection, even if the woman assured that she was taking pills. You never know. And now he's relaxed. Without the "gum" everything was sharper and brighter at times.

He didn't want it to end too soon. Miroslav then brought the finale closer, then accelerated it, but a moment before she was ready to fall into the abyss, he froze, and everything started all over again. The man wanted to properly enjoy the prey.

And when it was no longer possible to hold back, he pierced her for the last time and poured out inside. She followed him, drifting off into nowhere.

***

For the first time in years, she had a dream about the past.

Mom Tanya rocked her, singing a lullaby to her. She was kind and loved the girl whom she named Olga.

Then the evil people came. Everyone was screaming and pointing fingers at her. Little Olya cried. Mom Tanya disappeared somewhere, and the girl was left all alone.

Where did the ex-fiance come from? Andrei also pointed at her and threw accusations in her face, but she did not understand a word. There was a buzzing in her ears, as if she were under water.

Now she has become an adult. And naked. Around her were her colleagues, who also pointed their fingers at her and grimaced, as if they had met a leper.

It became so painful that the woman tried to extricate herself from the sticky web of sleep. She almost succeeded.

"Sleep," someone nearby said.

It was a man. It was warm and safe around him. Quiet. Calmly…

All those who condemned her suddenly disappeared.

Only night and darkness remained.

***

She woke up almost at noon and only then realized that all this was not a dream. The sun shone through the window. It felt good between the legs. Lips swollen from kissing. The neck hurt too. Either it turned wrong, or it's hickeys. You won't understand now. You have to look in the mirror to understand.

In general, everything felt like ... accomplished.

Warm memories of the pleasure received. She really didn't regret it. Although she did not know this man at all as a person, her body willingly accepted him. They were amazingly suited to each other. Full compatibility in bed.

No shame. Just a poignant closeness. And glad to have him around.

Miroslav stood at the window and looked out into the street. He thought. It was about the wife. The attorney brought another daddy, thicker. The past of his missus was interesting, like the family. Yesterday they limited themselves to only a short dossier from legal databases. The rest was obtained by the guys from the security service.

Olga sat down and looked around. No, she didn't think so. He has domes on his back. There is also something pierced on the forearm. Yesterday she did not look much, because she was embarrassed. And I didn't even see the back.

Maybe the prints on the fingers mask the tattoos-rings? Did he "sit"? If yes, then why? So she hooked up with a man with a criminal record? And maybe not only the past.

- Awoke? he turned around.