Dominate me by Julia Romush (best e reader for epub TXT) 📗

Of these vile memories, me pulls out a voice Alex. 

No, he is not Alex and the Alex It will never be for me.  So I appeal to it only ... Alexander. 

He seems to be a good person and even wants to help me.  But recently, people are all boring me... in principle. 

"We are already near your home", stubbornly repeats the driver or assistant Artem, parking the car near my entrance. 

This voice extracts me from the memories that took place a week ago. When I barely managed to escape from that hippopotamus from the bank. 

But if he was my only chance to get the right amount, who knows how to develop my fate further.  Perhaps I would not have moved to Artem Asshole, picking up things, and drove to Turkey in a three-star hotel "All Inclusive".  Work out interest from percentage ... 

Recently, the more I faced people, the more I wanted to shake the dog's paw.  It had more understanding and, as it did not sound wildly, humanity. 

"Why do you go after me?"  - looked back when approached the entrance. "The Host order?  Afraid that I escape?"

"He's not my host. Mr. Klimov is my boss", smiling gently says Alexander.  It shows that the man is not conflict. 

"Is there a difference in its case?". Lifting the eyebrow and I have a smile on face. 

"You know him badly.  When time passes...", not continuing to listen to that nonsense he wanted me to say, I turned up and went to the entrance. 

"No need to follow me", I throw, "I live on the fifth floor.  I do not escape." 

For these a few years, that I did not see and still did not see Artem, much has changed. 

Mainly into the worst side. 

After our mother has escaped with another lover, I had to sell a house.  And buy a two-room apartment in a not too good neighborhood. 

And it turned out to do it only with ... Father guy ... which Tim knocked off by car. 

Of course, it looked strange ... After all, we had to be with him on different sides of the barricades ... But we communicated with him and even had a good friendly relationship. 

He was the person who help me when my mother escaped from the house. It was he who helped to recognize her "disappearance" in various state institutions.  And hence and death. 

He simply took and accelerated all the burdens and bureaucracy that was waiting for me. 

Unfortunately, more he helps could not help.  Even when it was very necessary.  Because two sides are in medals.  And now I have to rip all the horror that collapsed on me. 

I am alone in this world. 

Having climbed into the fifth floor on foot, I try to open the door of the apartment.  The key is biting in the locking slit and I, bucking, simply hit the palm along a smooth metal surface, completely recognizing my powerlessness. 

At this moment, the treacherous tears of desperation are beginning to a hail in my cheeks.  It's good that no one sees me.  Cannot show their weakness and a terrible position.  Over the past few years, I understood a lot, and one probably: it's worth the people to see your weaknesses as they lightly and unmistakably begin to beat them. 

The universe likes that I am on the verge.  Even a bit and definitely crazy.  I scroll the key again, already realizing that nothing will go out, but the door opens. 

Entering silently.  In silence.  Me meets the darkness and ... void. 

Accidentally stepping on the Eva toy and remember why I do all this. 

"Two million", in memory a different voice is cut.  This time is a female voice, and this ... just the beginning.  You understand that you greatly lose other candidates.  Girl, you need "arguments" more convincing ... 

And what can be more convincingly two million?!  Which, by the way, I do not have...