ety I should behave as a young, well-bred lady so that m

nged his last name after the marriage. He courted her beautifully, convinced her of his love, and

d gave me expensive gifts. The fake smiles on the faces of the same fake

the guests what a wonderful mother she is, gave me a diamond necklace. It's beautiful, but these glass beads c

ficial, colorful, and expensive, like a decoration for a commercial, the guests are ex

everyone, as if he is above this, what is happening is alien to him. The piercing glance tha

it became difficult to breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't

wild animal, he moves smoothly, silently, and calmly. It seems as if time has stopped for him. He doesn't give a damn ab

away than I thought. It's time to stop, otherwise someone else will n

nt out into the garden. A place that allows privacy. My father doesn't like to com

y mother. The planted flowers of different varieties

se, and inhaled, filling my lungs with a fam

y guts, without any touching. I wanted to turn around, but something didn't allow it, I froze in pl

ck, and not with a hand, the guy sniffed. Hot lips a millimeter from the skin. Wha

ping the dope of attraction. I had to make a

. It wasn't a man looking at me, but a preda

n my arms stood on end, and a shiver ran down my skin. But it wasn't just fear

nced anything like this, not even with my ex. I wouldn't say I loved him

r. The distance between us did not ch

use. And to be honest, what is happening in the living room does not interest me, only the guest who is advanci

Or is it the atmosphere of the situat

unk. I stood there tense, but the guest did not take any m

sical relations, but these were also steps taken to anger my father, his anger was not limited to the scandal then. An inn

father also helped, but I didn't suffer. I don't want to love anyone, love

my zeal to keep our bodies from touching, I overdid it and