Arina

After some time

- Arishka, they asked about you!

- Who? I wondered, brushing a strand off my forehead.

- Some guy! Polina the waitress willingly shared. — In jeans, a sports jacket and a baseball cap.

- Super description! Half the city walks like this.

But you won't forget this one. Sex walking, pumped up. Not an ounce of fat, not like my Petka, unfortunate belly, only the sofa pushes through and eats whites! Imagine being out of a job again! He calls and asks to buy him a beer, and I say ...

I nodded and groaned, pretending to listen to Polinka's lamentations.

In the kitchen of the tiny eatery "At Pavlych" it was hellishly hot. My shoulders and back ached, my body was covered with sweat. I dreamed about the end of a long day of work and dreamed of getting to a rented apartment ... Therefore, the words of the waitress Polina missed my ears!

Even if they contained important information, she drowned among the lamentations and complaints about her freeloading husband.

***

As soon as I got to the rented apartment, I gladly climbed into the shower, somehow washed my face. The water pressure on the fifth floor was weak, the pipes were rusty. The water flowed yellowish. The situation in the apartment is extremely miserable, even in calm weather a draft walked around the room. But I managed to rent an entire apartment for pennies, isn't that happiness!

A new city, an apartment… A new job as a dishwasher in a scruffy cafe. The last boss with his raking paws, strong, sculpted body was left behind. It's been a month and a half already. But I still sometimes saw in my dreams the continuation of dirty harassment and groping by the boss.

A reclusive life and constant moving from place to place deprived me of the opportunity to find a man. What man?! I would like to survive and not become familiar in one place, not to spill the beans by chance!

I made acquaintances with caution, I did not become closely attached to anyone. There was a reason for this life. I diligently did not remember them, so as not to think about sad things. But lately, more and more often began to doubt: was it worth depriving yourself of everything? Maybe it's time to stop? Maybe yes. Maybe not. I couldn't take risks. Eh ... To hell with all doubts. I decided that I would go to the kitchen, boil tea and eat a chocolate bar.

In the kitchen, I turned on the portable radio left over from the previous tenants. Crackling, it issued a loud op of advertising. I could not adjust the volume, I had to turn off the radio. Probably only a minute has passed for my futile attempts to cope with the device! A minute, no more!

What can happen in one minute?!

However, it was at this moment that a terrible thing happened. A stranger entered the apartment, but I did not notice. Only when a male bass swept through the kitchen did I realize that it was I who had missed it.

— Hi, Teplova Arina Semyonovna!

A male voice boomed throughout the kitchen.

Oh mommies! No, no, it can't be! It is he?! My boss? Oh no not this!

I saw his reflection in the window and turned around: Ignat Valeryevich was standing in front of me: jeans, jacket, T-shirt, jacket, almost cracking on his broad shoulders. The strong chin, the stern face of a man in his early forties. His gaze was sharp, sparkling, piercing to goosebumps.

Confused by his sudden appearance, I flinched and dropped the cup. My favorite llama mug broke into dozens of pieces. The boss calmly stepped forward, the fragments crunching under the thick soles of fashionable sneakers.

- You don't want to say hello?

The insolent man sat down on the flimsy kitchen table with his strong ass and drilled me with a bad look.

- I don't want to! It was hard to find an answer. - What are you doing here?

“He came for you, darling,” he chuckled.

His tone remained mocking and cold.

— How did you get in? Has the lock been opened?

“Anyone can pick this lock.

“I always knew you were a thug!”

Now it was his turn to be surprised.

- What's behind these conclusions?

- From that! The company is fake, suspicious people walk around. Besides, your face...

- Face!

- Sorry. The face of your face is exclusively criminal.

Sobolev grinned in response.

You are partly right. Firm fake, to divert eyes. But I'm not a bandit, but the owner of a private security company. Decipher, my swift-footed darling? Or guess what that means?

- Private security company?

- Wow. As for stupid blondes, they are clearly lying. For example, you, charm, turned out to be very quick-witted.

"Obviously you're doing some illegal business!" Otherwise, such conspiracy would not be required. However, I don't care. I quit!

- She ran away.

- She had every right to. After you…almost raped me!

Ignat Valeryevich's eyebrows went up at the most tragicomic angle.

- Just touched the vagina.

- Touch others!

- You owe me! said harshly.

- For what?!

- For the escape. For sabotage: door and computer. You filled it with boiling water. Damaged removable hard drive. Part of the important data is lost, - listed, like an automaton. You must on all fronts. Should be around.

- So what?

- And then. I came to take from you ... a debt! - he walked over the body with a undressing look.

From such a look, the nipples tightened and the lower abdomen was filled with heaviness. Okay, stop staring at the boss. But that's exactly where my problem lay. Because Ignat Valeryevich still looked stunning. Let the boss was not from the category of handsome handsome men. But the female essence, when looking at Sobolev, pushed my thoughts hard in a vulgar direction. Man, you can't say otherwise! I need to fight not only with him, but also with myself, or what?!

Oh... I stole a glance at the boss's determined chin with short stubble, at the stubborn, hard lips. She looked down at a strong neck with a powerful Adam's apple. Athlete's shoulder reversal, titan's chest.

Women's exposure was melting with every second. The desire to snuggle up to this luxurious chest, vtemyashitsya face and cry at the fate of the villain grew even more! And how hot he looked at me: a return fire began under the panties. I don't know what this madness is. But it was very similar to the conspiracy of my pheromones with his testosterone, which was in excess. Come on... Pull yourself together, don't spread out.

“Late, late, panties are about to get wet!” the feminine essence responded.

So… To hell with it! I proudly turned away, not wanting to be tempted.

“There is nothing to take from me.

"You're wrong, Teplova!"

The boss gave me another carnivorous look that ripped my clothes to shreds.

“You owe me big.” There is something to take, and I will take it.

From this threat, everything inside was doused with boiling water, the knees lost their hardness. Suddenly, the boss added:

“Besides, you are needed there. In the town.

— Is that how?

“Yes,” the boss looked at me with a hard look.

“Are you forcing me to leave my arranged life?!”

- Arranged? Are you talking about this viper in Muhosransk so?

- Irrelevant. You won't make me go anywhere!

Why?

- The idea is bad. I do not like.

- I do not like? the boss asked and grinned. “I'm afraid what I say next will please you even less. I need a wife. You will become her.

- Sorry?

- I need a wife! WIFE! - repeated with a roar and divided into syllables. — What is unclear?

The boss said the word "wife" as if it were a dirty curse word. He hates women. Why does he need a wife? Moreover, I am in the role of a wife! I was surprised. I was so surprised that this surprise blocked all other reactions to this asshole.

“Yes…” she was confused. - Get married. I wish you to find your soul mate and be happy.

- You won't go home. You will go! He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. - To me! — added a terrible clarification.

The boss walked by, hit me with his shoulder. The body sparkled from the impact.

Are you coming or what? growled from the corridor.

I shifted my gaze to the fragments of my favorite mug. The lama seemed to be looking at me with a sad look and mourning the end of my quiet, inconspicuous life. Or is it just a glare from the lamp so lay down ?!

“Perhaps you are unwell?” I suggested. Call an ambulance or...

"Psycho! Call him a psychiatric hospital! whispered an inner voice.

— I feel great. I need a wife for a certain period of time. You need to get started today.

- Why?

Because I need it!

The boss paused, examined me intently. A dark gaze swept across his face, lingering on his chest. He seemed to want to eat my breasts!

“I’m afraid we won’t get married, Ignat Valeryevich.

“I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Either you pose as my wife, or you go to jail! - he said in an angry voice.

- For what?!

I tried to give my voice confidence.

- Don't pretend. Your eyes are running. When you locked me in the office and screwed me, I decided that you were just offended by that search in my office. I wanted to apologize but...

— Apologize? I interrupted.

— Apologize. I arrived at the address you indicated and found out that Teplova Arina Semyonovna never lived at this address! I dug deeper. Turns out you don't have a real name.

With every word from my former boss, I cringed and became smaller and smaller. Because the boss was right.

You are hiding from the law. You are wanted on serious charges. Martynenko Arina Sergeevna. Needless to say, she didn't change her name.

It's like that. But I had my own reasons for living on false papers and hiding.

"It's not that simple," I said in a trembling voice.

"Listen, I don't care! I just need a wife. For two weeks! Nothing else. Play the part, I'll pretend like nothing happened. Then live as you know. I'll even pay. But if you refuse, I'll hand over to the cops.

I exhaled.

- A moment to think.

Why do you need a wife?

- I need it.

So find yourself a wife, a real one.

- A fictitious one will suit me just fine.

- But why?! Why?! Why me…

- You know my habits, you get used to the role well and are quite stress-resistant. In my memory, she didn’t pierce even once, she played a very reliable little slut - fat or pregnant. I bought it, - he instantly listed the reasons, as if he had already thought about this option.

"Besides, you're pretty enough that my relatives think I can get you into bed." Eloquent hugs in public and a few kisses will be enough to create the appearance of a strong marriage.

- I protest! I disagree!

The boss responded by putting a coat on me, wrapping it around with his long scarf, and kicking me out of the apartment. He closed the door himself, clasped his fingers with an iron grip on his elbow, and led him away.

- Wait. This is crazy ... This does not fit into any gates!

“The main thing is that your ass should fit on the seat of my new car…” the boor cut off. - The rest is nonsense.

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