"Promise you won't drive drunk again?" she continued hugging him."I promise..." He stopped looking at his leader to look at Elisa, gently moving her away from his shoulders, without alarming himself or anyone else.He wasn't sure how much Andrei had heard, but his gaze didn't seem like a threat either.Elisa smiled as she watched him stand up. She offered her hand to help her up, and she accepted it, looking at him with a smile bidding him farewell, and he reciprocated.When he turned around, he found Andrei looking at the dummy, and when he saw her from the corner of his eye, he then turned his gaze. That scared her. Why hadn't Igor said anything or reacted? What did he intend with that or what did it mean?"Hello..." she greeted him, and he continued to look at her face without any expression.That distressed her and slowly killed her hopes; it was like living day by day in a slow and complete torture."Hello," he approached her a few steps, while she hesitated to step back or sta
Idiot Andrei, he was an idiot and didn't deserve her love, her tears, or her sadness.He deserved a prostitute who wanted his money and sex, nothing more, not a girl like her who offered him pure and sincere love.“Fine…” she got up and climbed off Andrei, and he frowned, surprised by his own reaction, realizing he didn't really want her to get off. “You're not doing your job right, I told you that to get back into my pants you were going to have to lie to me, but you're still being insensitive…” she started walking away without looking back, just walking angrily, and he watched her from his spot."That stubborn, obstinate girl," he thought, rolling his eyes.Elisa, for her part, slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed to cry, thinking about how miserable she was, with a man who was unwilling to let himself be loved and also, with a guy like Igor, so sweet and tender who had confessed his love to her.She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away
"Thank you..." She didn't know how to address him, as she couldn't remember if he had told her his name before."Arnold.""Arnold," she replied with a smile. "I'll step outside for a moment, I need some air," she excused herself."Go ahead."The brunette made a small bow to him, as she wasn't too used to dealing with formalities in that culture.She wanted to be outside to see if she could find Igor and talk about the afternoon, but she quickly remembered it was Saturday and she would probably see him in a couple of hours.As she was heading for the exit, Samuel blocked her way, and she frowned. Was Andrei now controlling her to prevent her from leaving that part of the house?"Yes?""Andrei wants to see you.""Andrei is talking to a woman, so I doubt he wants to see me," Elisa replied somewhat angrily. "And if he really wants to see me, tell him to stop sending messengers and to stop being an idiot," she continued on her way, and Andrei's man smiled.That girl had grown up so quickly
"It 's your turn.”Elisa Morrison nodded, rising imposingly. Her 15-centimeter heels gave her a sleek, commanding, and sexy look.She was slender, with green eyes and silky brown hair. Her golden and black outfit adorned with sparkling stones gave her a ravishing, bewitching appearance; an Arabian dance costume that hugged her body like a glove.Her body moved to the rhythm of the music, her bare belly drawing lascivious gazes but no one had ever touched her, earning her the nickname "the untouchable," for being a virgin and inaccessible for a private dance in one of the cubicles.Her hands gripped the long metal pole, the intensity of the lights dimmed, and she began to dance sensually and enchantingly, turning the cold and inert object into her most loyal lover.She surrendered to it like to no one else, forgetting everything around her, seducing her crowded audience with a sexy and charming air. Then she focused on using the strength of her legs to go upside down, listening to the
The dark and gloomy fortress of the mobster Andrei Borisov stood majestically atop a hill on the outskirts of the city.An imposing mansion of Gothic style, surrounded by tall stone walls and guarded by armed men, whose shadows cast menacingly over the corridors illuminated by dim lights.The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and whisky, an oppressive atmosphere that reflected the cold and ruthless personality of the mafioso.Andrei, a man with a penetrating gaze and a stern expression, walked with a firm step among his henchmen.Each of them showed respect and fear in their faces as they received direct orders from their leader. No one dared to question his commands, for those who had done so in the past had disappeared.The conference room of the fortress was imbued with a tense air as the men sat around a large dark wooden table. Andrei occupied the central seat, his dominant presence filling the room with an intimidating aura.The men presented reports on ongoing businesses
The lights dimmed, and Elisa stepped onto the stage, positioning herself beside the pole and touching it with one hand. The music started, and so did her movements.Every time she was on that metal pole, she felt like there was no one else or nothing else around.She had learned that dance a couple of years ago because they wanted a new hobby to keep her fit. She detested the gym and strenuous physical activities, but when dance was involved, everything became synonymous with fun.She also couldn't help but feel nostalgic; she missed everything she had left behind, and she feared getting used to that life and preferring it for the money.As expected, the applause from the men began to make itself heard. She unraveled her final pose to stand up and descend from the stage gracefully because it was time to collect money from them.She had plenty of time for that from that moment on because all the girls came to dance on the small platforms. So she had to look as seductive as possible to
"But how long ago?" Miki asked the club manager, nervous because she didn't believe what he was telling her.She knew Elisa well and knew perfectly well that she would never sell herself, especially not with something she cared so much about."It's been over an hour..." he said, puzzled.Everyone had heard her screams, but no one had intervened because they couldn't. Kirill's colleagues, on the other hand, were laughing."What are you waiting for? Go! Enough already, go see what's happening," Miki urged.He looked at her for a moment; he had to see what was going on, so he did.He stood frozen in front of the door when he saw the girl sitting beside the sofa, her chest, arms, and hands covered in drying blood, sitting on a bright red puddle, with an inert body lying face down on the sofa.Shit, shit, shit. What had that crazy girl done? They were all screwed because of her.But she didn't react, she didn't even feel a presence there, until Mikaela peeked over the man's shoulder and wa
Andrei took a slow breath, trying to control his discontent."But you hit him with your hands tied," he raised an eyebrow."He was touching me, I asked him to leave me alone...""And you killed him," he snapped sharply.Elisa lifted her eyes to those of the man with long, chestnut hair, almost as long as the raven-haired one's. His skin was fair and smooth, his lips were full, and he seemed taller than the other as well. The difference lay in his eyes; his gaze was cold and indifferent, unlike the other's which she could only remember as sinister."The clasp dug into his head..." she teared up again. "I didn't mean to do it, I'm really sorry..." she remembered the bullet in her friend's head, and then her collapsing before her eyes. Perhaps this man felt the same as she did.He looked down at her, tilting his head with another smile. He didn't care about her apology, nor did he understand why she was apologizing to him.He leaned in, taking hold of her legs to straighten them out. Her
"Thank you..." She didn't know how to address him, as she couldn't remember if he had told her his name before."Arnold.""Arnold," she replied with a smile. "I'll step outside for a moment, I need some air," she excused herself."Go ahead."The brunette made a small bow to him, as she wasn't too used to dealing with formalities in that culture.She wanted to be outside to see if she could find Igor and talk about the afternoon, but she quickly remembered it was Saturday and she would probably see him in a couple of hours.As she was heading for the exit, Samuel blocked her way, and she frowned. Was Andrei now controlling her to prevent her from leaving that part of the house?"Yes?""Andrei wants to see you.""Andrei is talking to a woman, so I doubt he wants to see me," Elisa replied somewhat angrily. "And if he really wants to see me, tell him to stop sending messengers and to stop being an idiot," she continued on her way, and Andrei's man smiled.That girl had grown up so quickly
Idiot Andrei, he was an idiot and didn't deserve her love, her tears, or her sadness.He deserved a prostitute who wanted his money and sex, nothing more, not a girl like her who offered him pure and sincere love.“Fine…” she got up and climbed off Andrei, and he frowned, surprised by his own reaction, realizing he didn't really want her to get off. “You're not doing your job right, I told you that to get back into my pants you were going to have to lie to me, but you're still being insensitive…” she started walking away without looking back, just walking angrily, and he watched her from his spot."That stubborn, obstinate girl," he thought, rolling his eyes.Elisa, for her part, slammed the door and threw herself onto her bed to cry, thinking about how miserable she was, with a man who was unwilling to let himself be loved and also, with a guy like Igor, so sweet and tender who had confessed his love to her.She thought about the irony of her situation and again wished to be far away
"Promise you won't drive drunk again?" she continued hugging him."I promise..." He stopped looking at his leader to look at Elisa, gently moving her away from his shoulders, without alarming himself or anyone else.He wasn't sure how much Andrei had heard, but his gaze didn't seem like a threat either.Elisa smiled as she watched him stand up. She offered her hand to help her up, and she accepted it, looking at him with a smile bidding him farewell, and he reciprocated.When he turned around, he found Andrei looking at the dummy, and when he saw her from the corner of his eye, he then turned his gaze. That scared her. Why hadn't Igor said anything or reacted? What did he intend with that or what did it mean?"Hello..." she greeted him, and he continued to look at her face without any expression.That distressed her and slowly killed her hopes; it was like living day by day in a slow and complete torture."Hello," he approached her a few steps, while she hesitated to step back or sta
Her bed felt so cold! She didn't want to move because every other place felt equally chilly, and she longed for warmth.Pouting, she remembered that this was the first night she had spent alone in quite some time, and that brought Igor to mind.She couldn't help but smile. How were they supposed to talk now? Would it be right to pretend that nothing had been said?Of course, pretending wasn't right; it was rude and could hurt that strange yet adorable blonde boy. But she was also scared; she feared Andrei's reaction if he found out. What would he do to Igor?She couldn't bear to see him in trouble because of her. She didn't want him to lose everything he had gained just because of her.Elisa missed seeing Igor come into her room to deliver Andrei's messages. It wasn't necessary anymore, as now it was the leader himself who would talk to her, or rather, he was the one she saw every day when she woke up.Andrei... She missed him and closed her eyes. Why couldn't she fall in love with Ig
After a while, Elisa recognized the smell she had recently sensed on Igor and remembered that he arrived alone. He had driven drunk, and he had come alone."Igor, you drove drunk," she scolded him, sitting up again and raising her voice. "It was dangerous and foolish."He opened his eyes and laughed at that, feeling good that she cared about his life."Yes, I did... Can you help me get to my room?""Yes..." She stood up and helped him to his feet, putting her arm over his shoulders. "Don't fall, or I'll fall with you..."Igor smiled, imagining that scenario because it had a good ending: her on the floor and him on top of her, so he could kiss her.He looked up and saw Sergei, in whom he had found trust besides their leader, coming towards them, surely to help Elisa take him to his room."Don't touch me, Elisa is taking me," he said before she could lay her hands on him."Okay, I'm not the only one supporting him," she excused herself.The man looked at him strangely. What was he doing
Andrei looked at her for a few seconds with a furrowed brow.Great, she was giving him orders, and like an idiot, he was obeying. He made his way to his seat and didn't look at her throughout the entire drive."Andrei," she spoke once he parked the car, and he prepared himself to listen without looking at her.She held back all the hateful thoughts during the journey, just so she wouldn't cry in front of him, and now she wanted to say more."For being who you are, you do a pretty good job of getting into my pants," Andrei furrowed his brow. Was Elisa speaking like that again? "And if you want to get in there again, then the difficulty level will rise."The girl didn't want to feel as miserable as she did before."Are you going to force me to love you?" she turned slightly."No, I'm going to force you to lie to me," her voice broke, and she began speaking as if crying, "and I'll know it's a lie, but I'll keep loving you anyway, but it will hurt less..."She opened the car door and got
Andrei settled into his chair and observed her tense expression, eating from his plate."Alright, enough of this conversation now. You're ruining the enjoyment of this place for me...""I'm just asking for a little tact, Andrei," she swallowed to respond, a little more offended than angry, "because I feel like I can and deserve to ask. It's my name you moan every night, and I think that gives me some right.""And isn't my attention enough for you? You met me, Elisa. You know how I behave, yet you continue to push your luck," he spoke firmly, hardening his gaze.He didn't like this conversation because she was correcting his behavior, and she wasn't anyone to reproach him for anything. Besides, it was extremely strange to hear sexual references from her mouth."Don't look at me as if I'm spouting nonsense. It hurts me when you look at me like that!" she exclaimed exasperatedly, unable to even bend him a little.He looked at her angrily and reluctantly; he didn't understand all this fus
The drive to the restaurant was simple and normal, nothing out of the ordinary for her to share with him.She looked out the window and smiled faintly because Andrei was discreetly covering the fact that a group of his men was following to guard her. She knew he had put effort into that, so she preferred to pretend not to know anything.When they arrived at the restaurant, she stepped out of the car in her loose pink silk dress, which she had checked to make sure it was covering her properly, reaching a little above mid-thigh."I hadn't had time to tell you how beautiful you look," he took her hand and spun her around.She laughed. "That's usually said earlier, Andrei. When you see me for the first time...""But it's what's normally said on a date," he chuckled, sealing the gesture with a kiss on the back of her hand. "I feel lucky to have you as my company; I must be the envy of the entire world."She couldn't help but blush deeply after hearing all those lovely words, and it didn't
"Well, don't say things that make me feel strange," he declared."Why?" She laughed, furrowing her brow. He always had to be so rough, and she found it adorable.Andrei clicked his tongue."Why do you always want to know everything?" He raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed. "Enough with the questions..."He pulled her closer, resting his face on the perfumed neck of the dancer, his arms wrapping around her waist, wanting to cushion his awkwardness with that gesture.She smiled; these kinds of reactions were typical of him, and she loved it when he regretted his words and hugged her, as if he were afraid of pushing her away with his character, which he was."I love you so much, Andrei..." She rested her cheek on his broad left shoulder, unable to hold back her feelings for a second longer.She didn't expect an "I love you too." She wasn't that naive; she knew that what she had with Andrei, which had started recently, might be the best she could get from him, and that was okay.Andrei op