For days on end I was tormented and could not decide what I wanted from Maxim. His disappearance from my life, or to be in his arms and forget about all my obligations and debts. Of course, remembering my family, my choice was unequivocal, but mentally I sometimes allowed myself a slight flirtation with Golovin. But only sometimes and only light. Because I was madly afraid that he would again be in our bed with Oleg. And so lately I could not turn off during sex with Oleg, forget myself and inadvertently pronounce the name of Maxim. Even Ignatov noticed my tension and furiously continued to torture my body, knocking...