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

I woke up with a terrible headache. It was as if I had been drinking ungodly all evening, though I hadn't actually swallowed a drop. But there was a reason to get drunk. 

I looked around, and the room looked unfamiliar. Nothing reminded me that I had spent several months here. Bare walls, no personal belongings.

Everything that was considered mine now lay in a few miserable boxes. Packed on the first floor.

I was expelled from here. No explanations, no clarifications. Although everything was clear to me anyway. For what and why. It is good that at least against the night they did NOT throw out. Gave the opportunity to spend the night.

On the other hand, they confronted me with the fact that Alex had to call me at ten in the morning to take me ... where?

Probably back to my mansions on the outskirts.

I just smiled bitterly. Went washed and at the appointed time waiting for the driver at the door.

My heart was breaking at how sorry I was. If only I could meet Artem again to tell him in person. If I could do anything to correct my guilt ...

But Klimov will not forgive me. I knew for sure. It was immediately visible and clear from what is happening now. He simply, easily, and effortlessly erased me from his life. Erased like an eraser.

A sudden knock tore me from my stupor. The driver entered and even without greeting began to take out my things from home. That's right, even for Alexander, I abruptly ceased to exist. A little more and I myself will believe that I am completely invisible. Transparent.

"I finished. We can go", the man told, in ten minutes.

I just nodded. Just did as he said. The driver probably had clear instructions on how to behave with me.

"Where are we going?". I almost did not recognize the road. Like in the part of town where I used to live, but in order to get to my house I would have to make a hook.

"To your home", the man made it clear that I would not have to wait for more explanations from him.

"Home so home", I muttered under my breath, and at that moment the phone vibrated in my hands.

And only I was glad that it was called by Artem, as the "unknown subscriber" claimed the opposite.

"Hello", I said, picking up a strange male voice.

"Mia Lyubimova?"

"Yes, it's me ..."

"Pavlov Genady", the man introduced himself, "the lawyer of Artem Klimov. Do you know this man?"

"I know."

"I have a conversation for you. Are you ready to listen?"

I just nodded, and it was too late to realize that the man did not see me.

"Yes."

"Excellent, then let's start ..."

If I thought I had reached the bottom, I now realized that I had to break it. And not because the lawyer humiliated me or said something disgusting. Because he wanted me to declare to the whole country that I was a liar.

"It's not quite so", said Genady firmly. "You'll just say that you have a very peculiar sense of humor. And repeat the invented legend."

"Which one? Where am I supposed to be a full-time translator with the functions of a secretary? That's why I hang out on business trips with Artem and spend so much time with him?"

"Yes."

"Do you think that people are so stupid that they will believe it all?"

"This, my dear, is no longer your problem",  his tone frightened me. To be honest, I was afraid to hear what he would say next,  "You must understand that if Klimov's affairs go awry, if he loses ties and authority, then no matter how hard he tries, no matter how he promises, if he will not be able to help, then you and your sister in particular", everything inside me froze. I didn't think the consequences of my prank could be this. After all, the lawyer is right. Klimov's word and status could disappear, and then I won't be able to pick up Eva ...

"I'll do anything", I began quickly, "I agree with everything. I will say everything. What do I need to do?"

"Deploy the machine. I'm waiting for you on the spot in half an hour."