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

I wake up feeling cold. At first I spin on the bed for a long time and I can't understand what's going on. Only then does it occur to me that I slept all night in the arms of Artem, and now he was not around.

Judging by the sounds of water, he was taking a shower.

While I was trying to figure out how to behave, the man came out of the bathroom fully clothed and headed for the exit.

"Where are you going". I said in complete confusion.

"I'm going to have breakfast", he didn't even look in my direction when he answered. His voice sounded even, not showing a drop of interest.

"Ah ... and what should I do?". I had a completely different idea of ​​our morning together. Of course, I did not expect confessions of love or calf tenderness. But now it seemed that man began to treat me even worse than before.

"Do you need a special, personal invitation?". My completely harmless question slightly upset him.

"No, but ...". I was even confused and did not know how to react.

I decided that I was just screwing myself, and it seemed to me. I didn't do anything like that to make Artem turn into an Asshole again and start to get mad at me.

"Wait for me, please, five minutes, and I'll be ready", I said, exploding from the bed and running to the bathroom.

I just needed to rinse quickly and brush my teeth. But as soon as I turned on the water, I heard the front door slam. Artem did not wait for me. What the hell was going on?

"Oh!". I cried out in surprise when the hot water began to flow down her body. And if everywhere the sensations were quite tolerable, then the lower abdomen burned unbearably, "damn!"

I made the water almost icy and only then hastily washed. Trying not to waste time, I somehow wiped myself and flew into the room. I grabbed the first-best skirt, tucked my blouse on the go.

"Excuse me", I said to the hotel staff when I jumped out into the street and looked around. "Where's your restaurant?"

Having received fairly clear instructions, five minutes later I was already there and, calling the number of the cottage, the polite waiter led me to the table where he was sitting ... Artem.

"I'm sorry, I was late", although I was not guilty, but still decided to apologize. Just in case. Just not to give Artem a reason to get angry.

The man did not react to my words. He didn't even look up at me as I sat down at the table opposite him.

Artem, meanwhile, drank coffee as if nothing had happened and reached for the morning newspaper. Continuing to completely ignore me. It was as if I was an empty place.

"How are you doing?". It was the stupidest thing I was capable of, but I wanted to make sure that my man knew about my presence. Or maybe he was so immersed in some of his thoughts that he did not notice my arrival.

In search of an excuse for his behavior, I reassured myself even so.
Dissatisfied with breaking away from the newspaper, Artem, again without looking in my direction, gestured to the waiter.

"Bring the girl a menu", and then again lost interest in the events.

So I realized that man was not ready to communicate, so I did not declare myself anymore.

I just sat opposite and looked at the surrounding people, nature from the window. And when they brought my order, I began to carry a fork on a plate without interest.
Sometimes the sound was such that I wanted to cover my ears with my hands, but I acted as if nothing was happening.

Artem finally gave up, but I did not expect such a reaction. The man simply tossed the newspaper aside and, without saying a word, headed for the exit.

I followed him like a little obedient dog.

"Where are we going now?". I dared to say something.

"Me?". He asked again, finally looking around and looking at me in surprise, "nowhere. And here you are ... find yourself a job. Such that I do not bother."

I wanted to shout at him. Hit something very strong to get the brains in place. I would write everything off to the state of affect. But only the idea came to mind a little better.

Well, Artem Asshole, I will not bother you ... rather the opposite. I will do my best so that you do not have any other important things left besides me.

He made me angry. Enraged !!! And I could not calm down. All attempts to persuade myself that this is normal, that he has every right and that I should shut my mouth and silently endure it all, did not work!