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

Today we will definitely not have enough time to clarify everything. I didn't even have time to tell him everything until the end ... when I suddenly saw something that made me shut up.

At first I thought that what was happening was a product of my imagination. I refused to believe it, because what were the chances that he was approaching our table now ... Mr. Klimov in person?

Even the fact that I began to blink often did not help to banish reality. Klimov confidently approached the table at which we sat.

Before my eyes, everything floated with nerves, and I automatically squeezed my fingers on the glass, which was brought to me just a minute ago.

My heart was pounding in my chest with such force that at some point I thought it would just freeze and never beat again. My temples throbbed, and everything in my mouth dried up so much that I seemed to start choking.

"I will not disturb you?". From the sound of his voice, an unfortunate glass of water fell from my hand and shattered into small pieces on the floor.

I sat still. I turned into a statue and even forgot how to breathe.

I just didn't know how to react. Panic spread in my head, sending chaotic signals throughout my body. It even happened that in an attempt to calm the heart that was breaking out of my chest, I reached for another glass of water, but immediately touched it with my hand, and it shattered into particles. It was a mess of dishes on my part. There was such a ringing of dishes around that everyone turned to us.  But I didn't care about their reaction. Just like everything that happened: the hustle and bustle around our table, the oblique glances - complete indifference. In front of me, I saw only an enraged Klimov, who was still restraining himself.

What was he doing here, and how did he find me? What he has already come up with?

I saw that Artem could barely contain his rage, which was rushing outside. The man looked devastatingly at me, then at the lawyer, and I could not even imagine what would happen next.

I was clearly not ready for Klimov to push back his chair and sit down next to me. Yes, as if a throne had been brought to him. And he began to look as if we were not human, but as if the dirt was underfoot.

- Well, tell me, doves, how are you, - from his words, everything in my mouth dried up. You need to ask the waiter how he will finish removing the fragments from the floor, bring more water, but this time in a plastic cup.

"And you, excuse me, who?". Dmytro said very calmly and even wearily. My most likely former lawyer.

But the question he, by the way, asked, a very good one. Through fear, apprehension and anxiety, even it became interesting to hear the answer to it ...

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Artem

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Honestly, I thought I would have to pull this little lying bitch out of some room, but she also felt great in the restaurant. Next to some sheep. They sat like this, holding the handles, and were not even afraid that someone might see them. Although this fool thought that he had made a perfect escape and could now fully enjoy the company of his lover.

Basically, I've seen enough. Understood even more. So I did not understand what the hell I sat on a chair in front of this couple. I probably wanted to release steam. Status did not allow me to hit this man in the face. But I could explain everything to him in words.

"Who am I?". This bull is brazen with such a question,  "the one who gives her money! And you, perhaps, the one to whom she gives money?!". After my own words, I wanted to cut him. Erase, a confident and at the same time indifferent smile.

The man delayed the answer. It was as if he weighed everything he saw and heard and tried to react correctly.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I'm ready to get down to business", he said and gestured to the waiter, "so it's too early to say that your girlfriend gives me money."

"For what business?". I didn't understand a damn and asked again.

What the hell is he so calm about? Here came the one to whom they instructed both horns, which is ready to smear it on the glass, and the man does not strain at all.

"Dmitry", this time Mia intervened in our friendly conversation and looked at the man with a pleading look, "please, don't refuse me so at once ... You are the best lawyer in the city. I just don't know who else to turn to ..."