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

63. Artem

It seemed to me that in a little while the girl would start crying.

What kind of delusion was she carrying? What the hell kind of lawyer ?! Are they now breaking a stupid comedy, trying to get out ?!

"What the hell is this?!". I myself did not understand how I raised my voice and rose abruptly from my chair. So he fell onto the floor.

I wasn't going to allow myself to make more of a sucker. I looked at this freak from top to bottom while he rummaged in his pockets.

"Take my business card", and at that moment I saw when the man handed me a card where it was written in black and white "Dmitry Lapshin. Lawyer. Family law. Guardianship and care".

"Will someone explain to me what's going on?". I asked in a completely different tone. It seems I just made a fool of himself ...

I didn't like feeling like an idiot. But now I felt that way. A moron who didn't understand a damn thing, and it seems that no one was going to make my task easier.

"Don't you know?". This time, it's time for this Dmitry to break the comedy. Apparently, the man played a role.

"What I need to know?". There were so many options in my head that it was easier to wait for his answer than to try to draw a conclusion myself.

And it would be easier for a girl if someone opened their mouths and started talking, because if I come up with what is happening here, I will not leave her wet place.

"On what question here we communicate with Mia", I saw easy triumph in his eyes. And from this I wanted to give him in the face so much that I no longer knew if I could restrain myself.

Damn little bitch, I didn't even remember when something bothered me so much. And now I was losing control with such speed that at some point I wondered how much I would still have enough.

I couldn't wait to find out the reason for their meeting, but I couldn't show my interest. I held myself in my hands when the issue of millions of dollars was being resolved. Now it shouldn't have been difficult either.

But, fuck, it was.

With each passing minute, I realize that I did the wrong thing and made the wrong conclusions.

"Artem",  girl's timid voice, came from the side, to which I did not immediately pay attention. At least simply because I  was staring at the man opposite.

I tried to understand the degree of his interest. Still, I didn't believe that he could just sit here with my girlfriend and discuss some business. And what can she do with such a specialist? This is, given that he was actually who he introduced himself to be.

 "Are you married?"

This assumption shone on me like thunder in the clear sky. And as much as it was unreal, just as much as it was unpleasant. And not just unpleasant. Just thinking about it, wanted to tear and throw. It was even worse than when I thought she had rushed to this hotel to sleep with this man.

But still there was something wrong with that thought. At least that I was her first.

From one thought, that someone touches it except me, I wanted to blow everything to hell. And then squeeze your fingers on her fragile neck and watch her bag for forgiveness.

Fuck. I was stunned by such thoughts. What the hell was going on with me now?!

The brain boiled. I wanted to take this man and shake everything out of him.

"Of course not!". Apparently, the girl had just recovered from the shock caused by my question, and now actively objected.

"Of course not", I parodied her wearily.

But I myself did not believe it. But then what? There was another option, of course ...

She, damn it, consulted with this freak in order to better divorce me? What options did she have in our case?

"What then?". I smiled. My own thoughts did not please me at all, "guardianship and care", I said, looking at the business card, "it's too early for you in terms ... Are you interested in the future?"

Judging by how tense the girl was, my words touched her. Either because I hit the target, or because the subject was painful to her.

"It has nothing to do with you",  she said through clenched teeth. She looked me straight in the eye, and I had the impression that Lyubimova was about to cry with resentment.

But no, she wasn't going to cry. Something had changed in her eyes. She looked at me, so ready to kill. Grasp my throat at that second and make me shut up. A spark of anger burned in her eyes. And I even stared for a second. The devil in all its glory.

"And to whom it relates? If you decide to take a risk and go against me ..."

With each word, the atmosphere inflated more and more. I saw and understood that the girl was about to explode, so I pressed her. Probably even relished the moment. I wanted to know how soon the explosion would happen.

"I'll probably go", the lawyer decided to back off, but I wouldn't let him. I immediately said firmly and unequivocally:

"Sit down", and he suddenly obeyed.

"I'm still listening to you", I said restrained, not taking my eyes off the girl. Noticing how her face turned white.

"It's about my sister", Mia's voice sounded lifeless. She said this looking at one point, "she now lives in an orphanage. I am not allowed to take it from there. They do not allow custody of her. Strangers want to adopt Eva, and so far I can't do anything about it."

I listened to her without interrupting. And with every damn word inside me, it was as if a steel knot was tightening.

"Thank you very much", this time she turned and looked at me with a glassy look, "just that you deprived me of any chance for a favorable outcome. It is unlikely that Dmitry will take up this case now. And I have no right to blame him for that", the girl got up from the table with a noise and pushed back the chair, "not after you put on the show ..."

Throwing a napkin on the table, which she was clutching in her hands, Lyubimova quickly went to the exit.

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