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

It should be noted that this was the most difficult. Pretending that everything is fine, smiling at strangers who could only look and appreciate when I had a flood of emotions in my soul. And I did not wind myself. Something really happened then, in Germany, since meeting Tim. And this thing has now radically changed Artem's attitude towards me, as well as our lives in general. It scared me like crazy. I didn't want anything to change. I wanted everything to be as before. Because ... I started falling in love with him ...

" This is Mia", Klimov introduces me to regular fat man and his wife, and everyone understands who I am. If not an escort, then a temporary girl for a walk?

It seems that when the vulture turned away, she called me that, addressing her thin girlfriend.

"Lia, and who are you by profession?". When the men were busy negotiating, these fish began to roam to me. I understood that they were not just asking. They wanted to mock from me.

"Mia", I corrected the woman before answering the question.

"Oh, what's the difference", she smiled and waved, "one today, another tomorrow. Nothing permanent, a new weekly ..."

She had fun, and her words took off my brakes.

"Maybe you are misinformed. Can a married man without five minutes have ties on the side?"

I didn't even have time to finish the sentence as Klimov grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of this institution. To everyone's surprise.

He dragged me to his car. Forcibly garden inside. And I'm shaken by what happened. From realizing what an idiot I was and what I allowed myself. And the reaction of the man does not calm down even for a moment. He is angry. No, he's furious.

Jaws tightly compressed. He gripped the steering wheel with his fingers so that it would shatter in Klimov's hands sooner than the car would start.

 The man doesn't even look in my direction. Silence, tense silence, only intensifies everything. I snuggle in place, not having the strength to find peace within myself. I'm so afraid that it seems like I've made the biggest mistake of my life.

"Don't be silent", I ask him almost tearfully, but the man is silent. The view from the road does not take away. As if I'm not here. As if he would give everything so that I would not be here. And it scares to stop the heart.

Even more than yesterday. Even stronger than I've screwed myself all this time. 

"Say something", I almost cry. I break my arms, but Klimov is indifferent. Unemotional as a statue.

Completely ignoring me, he picks up the phone and writes a message to someone.  I can't even understand why, but it scares me madly. Next to him, I am now like a soulless thing. An object that bothers, but in fact is not even worthy of attention.

"I'm sorry", I beg, almost tearfully. I understand that my action will have severe consequences, and I am already trying to mitigate them. Only my words crash against the wall of reality. Klimov is a rock. Flint that grinds into powder and will not notice. And the dust will disperse in the air. Like my feelings, which he seems to spit at all.

Artem looks as if he has already made a decision. He passed the sentence, but forgot to pronounce it aloud.

"You're like that from the same trip", I shout in his face, but in response the expected ignorance, "I can't find a place for myself, and you don't care. Am I a thing to you?"

Silence.

"What happened to you there?". I grab his hand. The machine begins to turn in one direction or in the other, and I, frightened, let go, "what did Tim tell you that you pretend I don't exist?"

"You do not exist from today", this is not the answer. This is a shot to the heart. These are the words that separated me and came out through, leaving gaping holes in my soul.

I'm stunned. I'm shocked. No normal thoughts in my head. Just a silly laugh as a remnant of stress. Only a bare perception of reality. Only the house near which the car stops. Only Artem, who leaves in silence and does not even close the door behind him. Only opens them jerkily on my part and does not even reach out.

Waiting for me to come out myself. And I'm in no hurry. And then he jerks me out of the cabin, taking me by the elbow. And leaves it standing still. In complete ignorance. All the same, without saying a word. No sound ...

Until he gets back in his damn car and does not go from here to somewhere.

And like an evil joke of fate, it's raining on me now. This sky is crying for my feelings. For the future, which will no longer be. For the love that perished. Today.

I have no choice but to go home. Hide from the weather that is raging outside. But what to do with the storm inside? And it only gets worse. It turns into a hurricane when I don't even need to open the door. Everything is wide open in the house. The house somehow reveals a bunch of people, which as the only mechanism is occupied by one. They work for the only good. Collect. They pack my things in suitcases.