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It makes me want to say to myself, “Obviously where they are now, in the front of my pants.

It’s a good thing that the phone ringing keeps me from thinking about why I, a pure-blooded lunatic, have a mere mortal woman stuck in my head like a wedge. And such an arrogant one at that. And dangerous.

And so damn attractive.

– We must meet, K’raig.

On the other end of the line is my fiancée, A’Lita. Until recently, I’d almost tolerated her always slightly gushing voice, but after the scandal she caused over those photos of me with a Playboy model, I began to be allergic to it.

– What’s the occasion? – I keep a dry, formal tone.

It had been a big mistake to turn our communication with her into friendship, but I was sure it would benefit our contractual status. A’Leta is, to put it mildly, one of those poor girls unlucky enough to be born even remotely pretty. And even the efforts of the best plastic surgeons and cosmetologists have not corrected the mistake of nature, although, A’Leta did look a little better – an even nose, a corrected bite and juicy lips somehow, but will adorn almost any woman. If A’Leta hadn’t been the heiress to an extremely large financial empire-she would never have obtained the status of my bride. But here we coincided – her bloated ambitions wanted the very best groom, and my campaign wanted to get rid of her flawed “bachelor” status.