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

Our relationship has moved to another level. Or so it seemed to me. I didn't know anything anymore.

I fell in love with him so much that I did not notice anything or anyone around. Only he was in my head. In my mind. In dreams. In desires.

I really fell in love for the first time in my life. The man I hated for so many years. The man I used to be afraid of. I insulted and wished him not the best things.

He did not become different. No. He still remained a cold iceberg. Almost emotionless and indifferent to everything around him.

But ... we started spending time together. He invited me to dinner. To the theater.
We started appearing in public together, and it was very important to me.

We were at the opening of the gallery, his partners and friends approached us, he introduced me as his companion. Women looked at me with envy, and men looked at me with curiosity.

I don't know if it seemed to me or not, but Klimov didn't like it when another man looked at me. I saw his jaw clench and the vein in his temple begin to throb.

Was he jealous of me? I would like that. Then it would mean that he had feelings for me. But I could only guess whether this man had something for me or not.

A couple of times I came to his office, and I waited for him in the office while he finished his work. The look of his secretary frightened me more and more each time. The girl did not hide open hatred. But I pretended not to notice. I was allowed to come to his office not by order, but at will. I was allowed a lot in general, and I appreciated it.

We started talking. Like normal people. I even dared to ask about his son. Sometimes I was bothered by the thought that he could return and what would happen then ... Artem said that Tim runs a company abroad and is not going to return here. I did not raise this topic again.

Artem knew everything about my situation with my sister, mother and in general about my whole life until the moment I appeared in his office.

He asked questions and listened to me carefully. At some point, it really seemed to me that he was interested in it all. My life. My sister. And I told. I talked and didn't stop.

Now I knew what kind of coffee he liked in the morning, what were his favorite dishes. I tried to learn everything about him. It was very important to me.

He spent the night with me twice last week. And in the morning, I cooked him breakfast and ironed his suit before work.

For me, our relationship has reached an impossible level, and I cherished them. I enjoyed every second next to him and remembered everything, every little thing.

I remembered that our relationship was due to a term, and that was probably the only thing I was afraid to ask him about. I didn't want to know what would happen next. What will he do when the contract expires. He promised me nothing but help. No relationship. No status in his life. And I wanted what I was not promised. I wanted to stay in his life. I wanted to mean something to him. I wanted him to feel something for me.

We did not talk about what was happening between us. He probably didn't think it's necessary to talk about it, and I was afraid to somehow spoil what I managed to achieve from him.

"These are not my problems!". Klimov's scream made me emerge from my thoughts.

Pushing me away, he exploded abruptly from the sofa and went to the window.

"If you can't find me a translator for negotiations, then what the hell do I need you for ?!"

I did not immediately understand what was going on. But after fifteen minutes of shouting and snippets from conversation, I realized that was disrupting tomorrow's talks because his assistant could not arrange an interpreter.

"Find where you want! If there is no translator tomorrow morning, consider yourself fired!". With these words, Klimov removed the phone from his ear, and then cursed loudly.

After biting my lower lip, I thought about whether I should offer Artem my services. I graduated with honors from the University of Linguistics, and then worked for a year in a translation agency.

"The movie is canceled, I have a case", having said this, the man began to collect his computer and papers, which were laid out on the table.

Klimov was on his way out, and I followed him, still not daring to say anything. And when he opened the door and turned to me to say "good night", I still decided and moved forward.

"I could help", I said in one breath as I approached him.

In his eyes, I saw that he did not understand what I was talking about.

"I know three languages, English and German ideally, I have experience in translations and if you do not have a translator, I could ..."

I did not have time to say everything to the end on how his phone rang again. I hated his phone. I hated that he always took my time. These are constant, endless calls. I really dreamed that he would turn off and let us have a normal evening.

"Listening", I realized from his look that he was already in the conversation and didn't even seem to pay attention to my words.

"Good night", he told me, covering his phone with his palm, and turned and went straight to the car.