Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

In the morning we went to the city together. In one car. Artem was sitting with me in the back seat. But even that didn't stop him from pretending that I just didn't exist.

Last night ended horribly. I would say in the spirit of Klimov. I was humiliated, reminded why and why I appeared in his life. And then he just went to the top. And I did not see him until the morning.

In the morning, entering my room, he threw me that I had fifteen minutes and left. He didn't even say hello.

We seem to have rolled back to the very beginning. If yesterday afternoon it seemed to me that there was at least some warming between us, then this morning I realized that I had ruined everything. My stupid act only made it worse.

All the way to town, I was terribly tense. I wanted to talk to him. At least a little clarity, but Artem didn't seem to notice my look. He didn't even notice when I just stared at him for a couple of minutes without a break.

This man had iron nerves and iron endurance.

Enraged, I just turned to the window. Go to the ass! Sit and look at your laptop!

I didn't know how to talk to him. I did not know how to resolve the conflict. How can you solve something with a person who just pretends to be deaf and dumb?

Moving a little on the seat, I still respected the look of the man. Klimov looked at me so that I immediately froze in place. I annoyed him. And not just now. He was annoyed in principle by my presence. And I realized this a long time ago. There was only one question - if my presence enrages him, then why didn't he throw me out? Why did you agree to all this and still continue all this?

Of course, I didn't want him to break our agreement. I was just curious. Why did he react so sharply to everything I did? Why did he constantly try to humiliate and insult?

A very strange picture forced me to break away from these thoughts. There was a commotion on the porch of the house where I lived. And I got nervous. At first I thought that someone wanted to open the door, and then I began to doubt ... Well, not in broad daylight when there is a lot of security around?

"What kind of people are these?". I looked out the window and could not understand. Looking closer, I saw that they were some kind of workers.

The answer was only silence. Artem was silent, looking at me with an unbiased look.

Dork! Even now, he continued to mock me!

And it alarmed me. Especially if you summarize everything that has happened recently.

While the car drives into the yard, I was constantly watching what was happening with my eyes.

"Have you decided to change the locks?". At last it has reached me, "someone threatens you? Am I in danger and are you in danger?"

But these are my thoughts and the flight of fancy I did not like. I published version after version. And I'm sure, give me a couple more minutes, I would have already started to think even more about something that it would be like a fantasy.

"Well done", Klimov smirked,  "you were finally able to think of something yourself. The brain works. So why don't you always use it?". I was both sad and scared. Terribly more.

"Who is threatening you?". It was at this moment that I realized how scared I was for him.

"No... It still doesn't work", he said thoughtfully, rather to himself. "No one is threatening me". He said how he cut off.

I wanted to ask then why need to change the locks again, but seeing his mood, did not dare.

It remained only to wait. In the end, he will have to explain to me what is happening. Or it was just worth the patience and find a more appropriate moment for the question.

The workers finished just as we parked at the entrance. They reported to Alexander, as Klimov was clearly not worried about the details. He needed a result.

And the result was an electronic combination lock.

I saw this live for the first time. I used to see this only on TV. This device is very impressive. As soon as I started to look at it and thought to ask how to use it, Artem approached.

"I see that you appreciated",  I did not like his tone.

"What does all this mean?". I was embarrassed by how he said it all.

"This means that now I will know about all your movements."

"How?". I did not hold back and asked too loudly.

"The lock records the opening and closing of the door", the man explained calmly, and entered the house. All I had to do was run after him.