Gleb

The first week after moving back to Moscow, Ksyusha and I were so busy that we managed to sleep only five hours a day. I disappeared in the new office, but she tried to quickly equip our house to the maximum so that it would be comfortable to live in it. My wife is a brilliant designer, and she turns everything around her into something stylish and beautiful.

“Look, what circles under your eyes you have earned,” I scolded her. - You can't do that, Ksyusha. All the same, you can’t achieve everything at once, exhale and calm down.

“I can’t, Gleb, well, you know me,” she moaned doomedly. Until our house is perfect, I will not stop.

So it was, but she coped with it in a week, and after ... After that, I could not give her as much attention as I would like. In our life together, which has been going on for almost five years, counting from the day we started dating, there has never been a long abstinence.

A maximum of a week, and then, if someone was sick or flew away on a business trip and to relatives. So I decide to put an end to this heresy today and break out of the office early, but when I go home, I see my mother-in-law walking towards me and can hardly restrain an annoying groan.

No, of course, I treat my mother-in-law normally, without hostility, but why did she decide to come to us today? What is this ambush?

“Hello, Alla,” I squeeze out a polite smile.

Gleb, good to see you! - She comes up and traditionally kisses me on the cheek, hugging my shoulders. I didn't expect you to be back so early. Ksyusha was just explaining to me that you have a lot of work after the move, and now I can see for myself how tired you are. You need to get some rest, dear.

“I’ll unload a little soon,” I smile at her. Oleg is coming next week.

- Oh, Oleg! Allah sighs dreamily. - If I were free, then this time I would not miss him. Such a man!

- Mum! - my blonde girl indignantly pulls her up. “Just don’t tell me that you are not serious with your dad. You know him!

“Yes, I’m just joking, Xun,” the mother-in-law smiles. Everything is fine with your father.

I look at my mother-in-law with surprise. For me, this is, of course, unexpected news.

- Did you get along? I don't hide my curiosity.

As far as I know, Ksyusha's dad was her mother's first husband and they divorced more than a dozen years ago.

“Yeah, I was just talking about it,” she replies. “Really, I have to go, kids. See you this weekend, okay? Let's have dinner with the whole family. There you will find the details. I see that you are burning with curiosity.

“All right, we will come,” I assure her, glad to leave so soon, because I planned to spend this evening and night catching up.

Yes, for several days I was tormented by guilt and a desire to tell the truth, but a cold mind won out, and I put emotions aside and calculated the probabilities of the consequences of my confession. In the end, I decided to live as before, while leaving Ksyusha in the dark about some aspects of my life, and this decision brought with it a huge relief. I was tired of avoiding her, and I terribly missed her warmth and affection.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, mom,” my wife says at the door, closing the door behind her parent, and then she goes into the living room and sits on the sofa, straightening up tensely.

- You've already had dinner? he asks coolly, and I understand that my little witch is offended.

“Yes, I had a bite at the office,” I say, heading towards her and dropping my jacket on an armchair as I go. - Ksyusha?

- What?

I squat down at her feet and slowly move my palms up from her ankles over her bare skin to her knees, over which she has pulled a woolen red dress.

- Are you mad at me?

“I’m angry,” my bitch turns up her nose, folding her arms over her lush chest. “Something is happening.

- What? I arch my brow, feeling a kick in my stomach. But no. She can't know anything about my secret. This is out of the question. So, just naughty and tired.

– After coming from America, everything changed!

“It was supposed to be,” I grin, continuing to stroke my seductive knees. - How else?

Ksyusha tries to look aloof, but already reacts to my caresses. I even see how the corner of her lip twitches, because she also wants to join in the usual flirting.

- We're moving away. And you are no longer attracted to me. Have you started walking to the left?!

“Would I dare? I scoff at this theory. - How can I, when my little general is waiting for me at home, completely owning my mortal body?

She looks at me with an attentive, studying look and suddenly seems to be blown away, losing all her fuse and leaving the role of resentment.

- Gleb, what's going on? he asks, looking into my eyes with concern. - I feel like something is wrong.

- Maybe you have acclimatization?

Ksyusha angrily slaps my hand, which is still stroking her knee.

- I'm serious! Tell me the truth, Gleb!

- Everything is fine, except that I'm torn at work waiting for Oleg. You just screwed yourself up, Ksyusha, because everything is as usual with me, - I sigh, feeling a small pang of guilt for this lie.

- That is, when Oleg finally arrives, everything will be as before? she doesn't give up.

“Of course,” I smile at my wife. - I myself suffer from the fact that there is not enough time for anything. Today I couldn’t stand it any more, I didn’t give a damn about everything and rushed home at full speed, scoring work, because I don’t have the strength to endure. Come to me, little one, kiss me. I miss your soft lips so much...

Without waiting for a response, I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing a quiet sigh of surrender, and drag the girl down to my knees. She clings to me, wrapping her arms around her neck, and I carefully lay her on the fluffy carpet, enjoying the softness of the desired body and the feeling of delicate skin under the palms.

My Ksyusha, my harmful blonde ...

No matter how much I enjoy her body, it's never enough for me. She awakens the hungry beast in me with just her look, and I have long resigned myself to the fact that I will never get enough of her, because this thirst is not a fleeting whim, as is the case with other women. No, it's something much bigger and more tenacious. The feeling that a steel hook grabbed my heart, and it can not be torn off without tearing it apart.

My only ... My beloved girl. Only mine. I don't want to share it with anyone or anything, indulging the feeling of sole proprietorship.

I caress her until dawn, and when she, exhausted, falls asleep on my chest, I feel a nasty bitterness of guilt on my tongue that does not let me sleep. I toil until dawn, looking at the sleeping Ksyusha. The fear of losing her won't let go.

After all, it cannot be said that I avoided her unintentionally and only work was to blame for this. I have so much to do and say that I don't know if she will accept the new reality or decide to move on without me...

Ksyusha

A week later

- Well, Ksenia, but you were worried. Another woman came up with some! Gleb does not have a soul in you. I’ve screwed myself up, my fool, - a burst of laughter is heard in the tube with a contented woman’s life. I haven't heard from my mom in a long time.

“Yes, mom, moving is not easy for us, but it’s okay, we can handle it,” I throw the bag over to my other hand and close the door with a key, going down from the porch of the house.

- What are you doing there and where are you going? - Mom can not help but ask.

“I’m going to a meeting,” I report, sitting down in the driver’s seat of my swallow.

I start the engine and with a smooth movement I leave the gates of the house.

“Business sausage,” Mom laughs again.

“I like your mood,” I confess to her, I feel warmth in my heart. - And why did you leave your father? You are completely different from him. Calm, confident and not as twitchy as in other marriages. I can even hear the voice.

“She was a fool,” my mother says shortly, while I taxi out onto the highway, merging into the stream of other cars.

The road to the village is not close. We live on the outskirts of the city, and it is located at the entrance.

Gleb was at first against me taking on this project, because it would take a long time to travel and it would take a lot of time, but I became interested in complex architectural solutions and the scale of work.

It's no joke, to make the interior in three houses at once and not be repeated! I love the challenge and drive from the anticipation of a new project! Now it is vitally important not to lose face. Build a new client base.

If I manage with a bang, I will get a lot of new orders. There is a lot of work to be done, I even think about an assistant. Plus, I definitely need to take my hands and my inquisitive mind, which does not stop scrolling thoughts about the strange behavior of my husband for a minute ...

- In general, Ksyunya, I'm waiting for you and Gleb with my father! And don't be late.

- Of course we will. I hope, Mom, you can finally talk Dad into letting me fix you up.

– What is it? Resist? - Mom does not understand, and I explain:

I have been trying to update his apartment for many years, but he says he does not like change. Now I understand what he means! - I finish the conversation with a smile, switching the button on the car's control panel to talk to my husband on the speakerphone.

Talking on a cell phone while driving is dangerous, and I can't say that I'm a very good driver.

Still getting used to driving on Russian roads. We have to remember the rules of the road and remember that our drivers often rely on chance and consider female drivers a monkey with a grenade.

- Hey! - my cheerful voice sounds against the background of the noise of the track and the sounds in the background at Gleb.

I don't understand where he is. Doesn't look like an office. It looks like he's outside. Some baby screams. Did he run into a cafe to drink coffee?

- Hello, Ksyusha, let me call you back? I'm a little busy here.

The worried voice of her husband is confusing. I glance at the clock. It seems to be early for lunch, although he could have crossed paths with his partners somewhere. Ksyusha, stop turning on the suspicious bitch!

You either believe Gleb and live in peace, or you see a reason for jealousy where there is none and deal with your husband!

“Okay,” I hang up the phone and drum my fingers on the steering wheel, biting my lips.

No, it won't work like that. Despite Gleb's efforts to pretend that nothing has changed, I feel these changes. Sixth sense. Women's intuition. Gut. Call it what you want. Thunderclouds have already gathered on the horizon.

I have to find out what's going on, without looking like a suspicious neurotic to anyone. It is better to keep silent about your assumptions, you need to be wiser and more cunning.

Ten minutes later, my husband calls back. In my exaggeratedly cheerful tone, he does not pick up any extraneous notes.

I can control myself. And I don’t pretend that I want to question him and demand an explanation. I am above it. Instead, I'm talking about something else:

- Gleb, I need to buy some kind of gift for the reunion of my parents. Something valuable to remember.

- Well, Ksyusha, who better than you will deal with such a gift? Who is our designer?

I want us to go to the store together and pick it up.

There is a hitch at the other end of the connection.

- When?

– We are going to visit today, so if you come home early...

- I can't, I have a meeting. Ksyusha, this is not done, - my husband reproaches me. - You have a week to spare. You could order something online. You constantly sit on specialized sites on the Internet and are well versed in what your parents need.

Gleb's reproach is fair and understandable, but I, like a little capricious girl, want to push through my own.

– And if I want to choose myself in some other way? Go to a big store, take a walk among the departments, look at goods up close? Can you give me an hour of time, Gleb?

- Ksyusha, are you starting again? he asks impatiently. - Do you want to fight? She came up with it - she was offended?

– What are you turning over, Gleb? I'm already exploding. “I asked you to give me an extra hour once a week!” Come to the store with me!

“Tonight we're going to your parents,” he gritted his teeth, “it's much more than an hour. I had to cancel an important meeting for this.

- What kind of meeting is this, in the evening? - I can’t resist and ask a question, although I promised myself not to stoop to such a thing.

- A regular meeting, Ksyusha, business, - he says like a small child. - Pull yourself together and order a good bouquet for your mother, and you don’t have to give anything to your father. And in general, this is just a family meeting, not a wedding or a birthday, why gifts?

If you don't want to help, just say so! And don't think of reasons to get away! I said about a valuable gift, and you offer to give a bouquet that will be thrown out in a couple of days!

Angry, I press the end button so as not to say too much. Even though I already did. Broke down. She was rude to Gleb, brought him to emotions and simply brought an ordinary conversation to a quarrel in a minute!

We know, we know, we practice. And what have you achieved, Ksyusha? She made herself look like a fool.

I press the gas pedal and increase the speed to relieve stress.

The mood is completely spoiled, and there are no visible reasons, except that I can’t hide my dissatisfaction with our family life.