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

He was gone all night. Artem never returned to the restaurant. He wrote me messages that were more like orders.

"Go back to the hotel", came to my phone half an hour later when I saw him with Tim.

"Go to bed", received at midnight.

"You ordered an "alarm clock"", the hotel administrator told me. It's eight o'clock in the morning. Artem was not, and is not.

"I did not order anything ..."

"A rented car will be waiting for you in an hour to take you to the airport. We will pack breakfast for you", and with these words she ended the challenge.

Klimov arranged it all. Obviously. I did not ask for anything like that, and definitely did not order a car.

It was all so weird that I didn't even know what to think. The fiercest horror was in my head, but somewhere there was a deep hope that it was not as terrible as it was portrayed.

But where there. If I hoped that Klimov would be waiting for me at the airport, he was not there. Until I passed passport control in the terminal intended for private departures.

What did Timur tell him that my man was sending me home without any explanation?

"Please", the flight attendant pointed to the place with his hand, I should have got on board. "They are already waiting for you."

And what was my surprise when Artem was waiting for me, not the captain of the ship, to take off.

"Sit here and fasten your seat belt. In five minutes we will take off". The girl pointed to the seat behind him, and the man himself did not even return to me. Although I knew for a fact that he knew I was here.

When I didn't have any strength to be nervous and to wind myself, I simply fell asleep. I woke up only when the plane landed, and Klimov didn't have a trace. The flight attendant woke me up again.

"Alexander will be waiting for you outside", the girl seemed to repeat Artem's words.

What the hell was going on? Which I did badly again?

When I left the inspection area and got in the car to Alexander, he also behaved as if he had taken water in his mouth. I just said goodbye when I stopped at the house, making it clear that we do not have a dialogue.

"Everything good to you", I was frightened and annoyed by what was happening.

I may have made a mistake, but after spending half a day in such a suspended position, I decided to call Artem. According to the same personal emergency number he gave me. Yes, personally, it was an emergency for me. That's just Klimov, apparently, was spitting, because he did not pick up the phone. And did not call back. Neither in the evening nor the next day.

Only in the evening, Alexander arrived and again put me in front of the fact.

"Be ready in an hour", he said dryly, "and put it on". He handed me a box with a beautiful evening dress. Expensive jewelry lay nearby.

"Where are we going? What's going on?". An hour later, I was standing in the living room, and the driver just came in to help me get to the car in high heels.

"I have no right to speak", I was ready to argue that he knew everything, just Klimov ordered him to keep his mouth shut. And it made me so emotional that I could barely stand on my feet in excitement, "we will arrive in half an hour."

And that's all. Two meaningless sentences for the evening and complete uncertainty.

Alexander didn't even say anything as soon as we arrived at the beautiful, crazy rich private house, where an event was obviously taking place. And he didn't have to say anything, because Artem himself opened the door for me.

He even extended his hand, which surprised me unrealistically. He acted as if nothing had happened, and in the meantime did not even say hello. And his body tensed as soon as I put my hand in his.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing", his voice did not express any emotions, and it scared me the most, "just smile and mostly be silent. Play the role of a beautiful picture, as we agreed at first. And nothing more."